Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

second letter serenade

09 August 2013

 

second letter serenade

 

falling, ever so gently, out of the

above, raindrops sing like hammered dulcimer

scraping half-haunted melodies from the inside out.

Eddies of sighs, envious eyes, and supplicating

petitions devour only the obvious, never the subtle.

If illusory, why preach the Gospel of choice

again to an unrepentant soul? “Kill ’em all,”

shouts the zealout, appearing spiritual, but who

rides for his own glory, nothing else. You and

I, Judge and Jury, quid pro quo with wicked smiles,

skeins of truth unraveling in tangled potentialities.

Almost pot holders, scarves, or blankets constantly

ameliorated, one stitch at a time.

 

A nervous tick mars a foolproof disguise, thieves

honor only their own, where trust is too great a commodity.

Appearances become more prized than substance,

squelching even one’s deepest desire for revelation.

Irrelevant masquerades, cleverness at charades, we dance

assuaged of guilt by mindless conformity.

Attitude, audaciousness proves legal tender,

surreptitiously we barter selling our souls and

everything we possess, whenever we feel that

twinge of somehow not keeping up with …

Except we never learn, well most of us anyway,

dying a little more each passing moment. despite

azure skies, children’s laughter, and other forgotten joys.

9 August, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

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