Banquet For A Kill Joy Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

Banquet For A Kill Joy

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Yearnings unexplored
By dint of habit
Can become such cruel entrapment

To struggle from this abyss?

You may redirect your fate
And of the problem state:

To vagueness give face,
To age, measure and name...
Count on your five or so senses

As it so seems

Else be content-with it
To be a mole that dreams-mole dreams

Banquet For A Kill Joy
Monday, March 10, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: blank verse,lamentation
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mary Gordley 15 March 2008

Isabelle I love the direct approach of this poem. It takes some courage to lay it on the line, but there are times when the situation calls for nothing less.

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