Mad Metre Poem by Benjamin K Duncan

I pour tears over keyboard.
in a waltz, with death.

in a 3/4 metre
waiting for us to wrong step

abstruse in any era
incongruent with time.

Your face, in photos,
never capturing your smile.

I laugh, hoping;
I don't cry.

smile and tears won't appear.

act serious;
always a joke,
just apocryphal

Even in repose nothing is different,
dismissing every chance to change.

nocturnes more than any other,
never dull.
truthful; of sadness.

Life is rarely bliss,
sometimes agony.