Free verse № 95514
Over Simplification
Slivers of measure turned to shavings by a carpenterâs hand.
Internal tribulations inhibited and a valid recall authorized.
Ash covered eye excretion, quiescent in a cold campfire.
Wrongfully purchased items returned within thirty days,
The residue crossed through, an old receipt refunded.
Unrequited aspiration for earlier currency possessed,
Dirty though they were, now gone to anotherâs hand.
My wallet filled with brand new legal tender,
I shall carry them folded, in my back pocket.
i.e.
That time of us-
Anesthetized, I.
Cascaded tears, fallen, cold ashes their haven.
For this short time together,
You, a mistake, wishfully erased.
I long for her that preceded you,
But she has moved on,
So have Iâ¦
Ergo
Moments, begetting
Painlessness, begetting
Weeping, begetting
Liaison, begetting
Aftermath, begetting
Oblivion, begetting
Recovery, begetting
Mending, begetting
Solace.
7 comments
A seven for now.
Thanks for the comments!
You're making me think so don't get me wrong. But as humans we have 5 senses, 6 if you're psychic. I couldn't tell you the exact number of emotions we are capable of, but it's a finite number. More often than not poetry runs along those basic themes. But if you mean writing something new to the effect of "The French-Fries day off" or "My bicycle decided to ride me today" I'll work on it, seriously.
As far as the line goes, my favorite is Cascaded tears...
Thanks for the comments, keep up the good work Z!
My favorite was "I shall carry them folded, in my back pocket." Simple, rhythmic, semi-original, a nice use of a comma.
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