Crucible Mime Poem by John Sensele

Crucible Mime



Men and women determine turns and twists
In their lives with their eyes wide open with visits
To a confectionery, a missionary, a visionary, an aviary
A library, an incendiary, a mortuary or a secondary
Head shrinker with a view to ameliorating their skills
In navigating academics, ceramics, cubics and bills
Incurred when folks shun and gun down prospects
That promise a new lease of life in several respects
Although folks conspired to retire of progress
Because expediency and obstinate opt to stress
The least significant facets and short term
Returns which remain obscure in annihilating a pesky germ.

Friday, July 22, 2016
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John Sensele

John Sensele

Ndola, Zambia
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