A Dim View

40 watts seemed enough
From overhead the page was plain
Rubbing aging eyes to red and rough
Pen in hand he started in again

Sumptuous chords of dark melody
Hung hidden fears without care
Betrayed then a lost theosophy
Love always melts into thin air

Eyes’ edges crinkled mirthlessly
Some truths are best left unbreathed
Guilty gods can hide in Thessaly
We work our webs open and unsheathed

Hour by hour in a grab of time
Would words wax freely so
Burying proof is half the crime
As a poet with nowhere to go

Pausing to muse at the rain
His cat scratched at the door
Fingers on the knob tested pain
Pleased, he would write no more

40 watts had done their trick
Some decent work in two pages
Never agreeing he was sick
He is buried next to two sages

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on May 14, 2012, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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