maya crisol

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Too Late For Rhyme - Poem by maya crisol

a weary voice across the line
feels like shattering glass
flying off and piercing fast
right across a gutless spine

a crumpled piece of dirty sheet
crammed full of striked out lines
in the garbage can it goes! oh sweet
right where there's no need for rhymes

a bitterpill was fearlessly swallowed
a wry smile from a pith now hallowed
tired eyes suddenly begins to weep
perfect words whispered in her sleep.


Comments about Too Late For Rhyme by maya crisol

  • (8/3/2008 2:41:00 PM)

    It's never too late for passionate rhyme....for, my friend, it soothes the soul. Trust me! (Report)Reply

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  • (10/12/2007 9:19:00 AM)

    Words of hopelessness keep your head up don' succumb (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 12, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011


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