The verse that would not fly.

The verse that rode
on an idea crashed
into a sentence
pronounced dead
on arrival.
There was nothing
one could do
the flight of passage
could not leave
the ground airborne.
Heavy are the clouds
of thought that rained
on pages blank for
days and nights
until all was awash
in the silence of empty.
As the carriage of mind
carried on downhill,
the baggage of memories
seemed lighter
all the while
the man in the moon
looked on the pilgrim’s
travels on a word.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I saw that in the news; my condolences to you and yours. Lol
Awesome poem. I love it

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you King Sonnet Sami

[Sami Khalil]

Hehehe. You are welcome Emperor poet.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

what a great metaphor...and you know i would appreciate this...not only the metaphor but the play on language, semantics, etc.
excellent.

[andrew mitchell]

You are too kind Jacob, thank you.