Never Equal

.

.

Poetry is an orphan

of silence.

The words never quite

equal the experience

behind them.

.

Charles Simic

.

.

Elfje:

.

silence

inadequate words

poets can’t explain

been there done that

experience

.

Haiku:

.

can’t express my thoughts

experience the teacher

at a loss for words

.

POEM:

.

He said you’ll love  the experience

can’t find the words to describe it

he was know as a grandiose hypocrite

who feigned that he lived in luxuriance

women feared he possessed prurience

his objective was to never commit

to enter his heart he gave no permit

his demeanor put on a smug indifference

 

her beauty would turn every head

the deportment was poised and polished

many a man she spiritually demolished

two opposites  that would eventually wed

it was what the family could accomplish

because, would you believe that they were amish

.

.

having fun with the sonnet format,

he poem took on a life of t’s own,

even I am surprised.

ME

and the Boss

.

.

.

.

..

 

slinking around being mysterious

his actions hinted of the nefarious

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About merb010

Spring Hill, FL, United States Two nice old folks just hanging out, not hurting a bug or anything larger. The years have been kind to us and we now we are enjoying our golden years reading and writing. We are grateful for the God given talents that we now use to help others. View all posts by merb010

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