Free verse № 9156
Wondering
How far away does one belong?
How wide is the gulf between right and wrong?
How far does love stretch careless of hate?
Could it be tomorrow - turning up late?
And where does one go,when the venue's not there?
And do we return to our homelands elsewhere?
And have we a life yet to be seen?
And is tomorrow yesterday,that's ours unforeseen?
Or do we perceive a line that's so bent?
Or do we believe that we're all heaven sent?
Or do we accept that when our time's through?
We'll all play the harp,on clouds - out of view.
CSN 3/85.
6 comments
Perhaps didn't word that very well.I was responding to a criticism of my rhyming ability from one who seems to only write open verse. I enjoy all forms but prefer rhyming poetry.
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