Smear the tears, step back apace
Behold in mirror, the clockwork face
Insipid lies, intrisic truth
Contempt belated, geriatric youth
Composing compost, heaps of dust
Consumption lays us all to rust
Belie all love, rhythmic pounds of flesh
Equal in hours, mere wasted sec's
Moistures due, unfurled by heat
Infants suckle at shrivelled teat
Undone, each layer peels from time
Shrouded fools we pantomime
Knees now raw, clasped hands now ache
Eyes filled with earth, stars appear fake
Complexities realm, simplistic views
Complacent winds storm the pews
Societal bliss, the sightless eye
Walls come down, shields pile high
Atop the mountain, the rock speaks peace
Beneath it all, expired lease
Behold the history of the clockwork face,
Or be doomed the hands to repeat their place
-J.G.Smith (05/13/05)
1 comment:
I think you may have something here. I like what you're doing with rhyme and some of the images really work too. Hmmm . . . of course, isn't all poetry a work in progress? ;-)
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