Though my mind will dare to wonder, I can't help but give it slumber.
Pellets at the hand of sonder, waves keep creeping; strike -
I breathe, and then, I breathe out.
Bespoke touts, for comfort
is a sort of joke.
Set the metre by the message,
bet the feet are hard to leverage.
I am not;
without you by my side.
I am forgot;
with tout strewn by my side.
I have fought for you; with the tide.
I am naught. But you..
| This is an excellent form which to date my muses have not stumbled upon. But then, I'm not well educated in the finer forms of such cognizance. In any event, they have been very lazy of late.|
I only suggest that it is worthy of a title. It does not have to be an actual word, so much as an expression of the feeling here.
|| Posted on 2022-06-18 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] |