Unkept Poem by Stevie Taite

Roundel

Unkept


Economy of effort filling any fitting crevice
A thousand telling tones, lost with bravado through eyelashes
Battered, head bowed to deflect all adult menace
a message missing target, in attempt to stop her stashes

What befitting impetus would shift a messy mindset?
Must just love the sound of a broken telling off
Grooves are wearing thin, so must think up a good threat

barricade the flood land and let procrastination
Build a tide of tidy-less, forego the constant clashes
Would she bale a sinking ship and welcome her salvation?
A message missing target, in attempt to stop her stashes