Finally, twilight comes.
Days of icicles and gags
have seized my jelly heart into
a tough, belligerent bloc.
Now I can't hear you.
Your cajoling insight
and loveless legalese is useless
against the pendulum swing
of sleep.
Judiciously it falls
to knock your hands
from 'round my throat.
2 comments:
Yay! New poem!!! I like it; a little melancholy to begin with and then a darkish twist at the end... Quite a sense of mystery here, for me at least, and that's what makes it really compelling.
More please! ;-D
Thankee sai, mister Tim - your feedback is as always appreciated.
I'm posting up some new bits today, so look out for those!
*hugsies*
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