Friday, August 19, 2005

Who Needs To Rhyme When You Can Recycle Free Verse

You were

Like the dandelion in my daydream
As boys do
I blew those seeds to the wind

They took root
In the Soil
and choked all the flowers

Now crying is like crunching dead leaves
And no amount of sunshine,
Will resuscitate you and me

3 Comments:

Blogger crazymagashi said...

I like it.

3:21 AM  
Blogger The Duke said...

Thanks!

9:12 PM  
Blogger Ultra Toast Mosha God said...

This is good.

It is succinct and drives its point home smoothly.

12:57 AM  

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