Poetry Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

Poetry is the pendulum
of mood swing.,
and when momentum builds
the words of balance
then all is well and comfortable
in mind.

Unkind memories of discourse
produce far worse things
than broken letters.
Fetters of the imagination twist
and tie the crying eye.

If faultless you are
then I am the fault.
The vault of my soul is
deep, and real,
and if destined to Hell
I am reviled
your image as persecutor
is a perfect seal.


Waf