Playing to your own dense knot,
leaves skitter along the ground.
Was it truth's alloy you'd begot,
or whirlwind spin 'round 'n 'round?
Please reverse this senseless thrill,
slapstick parody of survival's fight.
Do not call forth a Northern chill,
crops to stress, stunt, and blight.
Solid citizen stay of rightful mind,
desist from ceaseless antagony.
Fruitless to betray one's own kind,
when all writhe in this cat-a-strophe.
Voice, begrudged, you wish to quell.
Autonomous note, lucent liberty,
some day may sound a warning bell,
rouse you from a false dichotomy.
YOU ARE READING
Magpie Pearls
Poetry~ This poetic journey started when I began questioning why I write poetry. The assumption I'd come across pearls of wisdom to impart is quickly challenged by readers of "Magpie Pearls", leading me to explore truth in a broader sense. Is truth univer...
