We're All in A Jesters Suit:
She smiles like its forced
Often lost between her world and ours
In avoidance with right and wrong
etched in salty tumlbled stones
Blighted fools in jester suits
Mayhap we know the worsts to come
Lest we be forgotten for last
Better charm those gypsies
With ale and stale coins abound
Necks bent down by a weighty sun
Villages of loved patrons
Docents to tell of lost kingdom comes
Still she smiles sweet
Full of malice, full of release
Vultures aim at hearty length
Lives smoothed by a loves sweet embrace
Often lost between her world and ours
In avoidance with right and wrong
etched in salty tumlbled stones
Blighted fools in jester suits
Mayhap we know the worsts to come
Lest we be forgotten for last
Better charm those gypsies
With ale and stale coins abound
Necks bent down by a weighty sun
Villages of loved patrons
Docents to tell of lost kingdom comes
Still she smiles sweet
Full of malice, full of release
Vultures aim at hearty length
Lives smoothed by a loves sweet embrace
How rare and wonderful is that flash of a moment when we realize we have discovered a friend. Im sorry for my extended vacation from my blog. But im back. By the way, im glad there are people who still know how to write real poetry, so thank you anna.
ReplyDeleteYou have no idea how much your words meant to me. Thank you for that.
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