Gaping vagabonds wander,
Scattered between lifeless plains.
The happy man, shackle-bound,
Weeps forbidden pains. Dripping
Forth the merriment of limbs,
Mirth of an unspoken tongue.
Now slipping
I journey
With merit
That some childish dream defies;
As the venerable pond skater
skims divine shallows, haggard
under cloudy skies.
You may have noticed that my poem does not yet have a title. I will allow you, my most loyal reader, to comment with a name of your choice. I myself with then choose the name I think most fit.
Comment away!
No comments:
Post a Comment