SprintT was talking to me on AIM and we got onto the subject of poetry. I was inspired to do some digging and find my old Xanga blog where I published some of my on the fly works. This one was one I reread and found myself particularly pleased about.
I called it:
The Ashes of the Mobius Strip
Cancer cures the ideas that look too far over the edge
When we enter this world we make an unspoken pledge
The mirror's edge collapses if you define definition
Or if you dare try to compose a suitable rendition.
Kerosene and black magic
Comedic values bathe in the tragic.
What's the point in thinking about where space ends?
Is it just as important as how much she spends?
Zoom back in; the focus is happily less dramatic
Zoom far out; you court the anti-climatic.
Gasoline and the great lines of oil
Sleep snugly in this mortal coil.
The key to comfort in worshiping the divine
Is to never attempt to find the end of the line
To trust that the line will always divide
And that nothing will creep over the other side.
Stocks and shoes and cars and love
No one questions the intents of a dove.
Though measuring our time through celestial rotation
Not one of those stars owes us an explanation
Invest your comfort in the solid ground below you
And set your limit to the sky and any shade of blue.
Dance brigades and festival days
Black and white come from several greys.
Compare stones to rocks and feelings to thoughts
And split decisions to forget-me-nots
Peel away from the heavenly paradox
And leave the timekeeping to the clocks.
The flow is perfect if you just go with it
You'll find that you're the only thing that's infinite.
~*~
What'cha think?
peacefulsniper
awesome.
Zerok
I can tell you're sincere from your use of punctuation!