Serious Reflection

back on the isles
a confusing white mess
a figurehead files
off her silvery tress
standing up straight
never meant taking aim
in sinking her plait
you avoid taking blame
she walks along, slow
with a bird on each hand
her tumultuous glow
mirrors water on sand
and this do you cross
with your opening light
upon the wave’s toss
in the soft silken sight
your pining betrays you
as you spy from afar
your pining betrays you
as you gaze at her star
your pining betrays you
too distracted to note
your pining betrays you:
her locks are afloat

   

   

Copyright L.M. 2007.

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Because

it’s time to jump
cross this two-tined road
underlined with ridicule
segregated to different fields
it must be hard
to question eternally
to suffer so deeply
the scars of a thousand words
a thousand wounds
instead, you meander
o’er for a gander
and with one fowl motion
recommence all commotion

Copyright L.M. 2007.  (Why did the chicken cross the road?)