Twisted reasons
internally turn
into the logic
that imperils my thoughts,
that greases my mind
with slick glossy rhyme
and my clever creations are fraught
with the unseen mines
of unmetered lines
and the smooth
flavored cadence is lost
in words that tend
to worship themselves
and the whole poem
implodes in itself.
Hi Capt..-This happens to me all the time.A great exposing of how our thoughts and ideas implode, even as we are working with them. Great to see you are still at at
a nice one Captain. we captains like to create unique works, and our great ones like you dear captain, always makes the best. fantastic write! Well done young Ellias.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perceptive. Especially appreciated the lines: ...in words that tend/ to worship themselves... Worthwhile offering!