The poem that tried to catch it’s last breath

In the poetic world
sunny side up -
the deliverance
a verse sorely missed
hangs from a line
in a droll like fashion
where stanzas bite
snapping at the heels -
a runaway poem
in search of a title
befitting a King
about to be
beheaded.
Where is the jester
when you need one?
No doubt playing with meter!

All the king’s horses
and all the king’s men
could not put together
this little pawn again.
Oh to appease
the poetic gods!
Will you take this
poem of little significance
as our sacrifice?

For only classics
are immortal
the rest inevitably
will die to be carried
in the pen drawn hearse
whereby the words
will be overcome
by smoke and mirrors-
ashes to ashes
dust to dust.
All in a days work-
an urn of covered meanings.
Amen.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a runaway poem is like a runaway bride who does not want to marry the poet.
it is sad that the classics will continue to survive...but poetry not having the poplularity it once did
finds that our work...might just gather dust in an attic.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

So true J, thank you for your words.