price
of remission
want
and
wish of will
won't
wash the words away
that
weaken bold encampments
and
leach
love's
long slanting day
drop
by wanton drop
the
acidic sibilance of fear
distills
soul
scorn from heart sworn
flooding
damnation on the dear
time's
weary papyrus
rolls
tight behind each moving hand
and
when the ink of rage is dry
it's
lost again
you
understand
I listened... and yes I understood Ed. Take care ...my friend.
ReplyDeleteChris
:: this is one of the best poems ever written, maestro ed... it's the most exquisite tribute to introspection... it contains life's most precious lesson... it's got the most stunning instances of alliteration ever... and your presence and voice are divine... :)
ReplyDeletethank you serah for your always warm and engaging support
Delete