She often sits upon this chair, normality up in the air,
steps through thoughts, spoon feed ideas, as nipping as a hot tortilla
Spread her wings and light damnation, holy doubts for confiscation,
knowing not how to be glib, she'll make ammends for what you did
Then scavenging the few remains, she'll circle over greater plains,
not quite the gracious nor the sinner, nitpicked courses served for dinner
But there she sighs and there she sits, one of life's condemned misfits,
a delinquent doused in aftertaste, with sad tomorrows interlaced
11 comments:
Love those last two lines!
I agree with Kath W - those last two lines nailed it.
whether vulture or trash man; we'd be in a hill of putrid rubbish without them, but revile them we do. A strange lot we humans.
Ha! I used spoon-fed, too...
beautiful use of imagery and a profound close...
"not quite the gracious nor the sinner" - love this line. Most of us are in that grey area aren't we?
Lovely rhyme structure. The last two lines are sad.
This is a great piece. I think I fall into the misfit category.
I love the use of rhyme and inner rhyme in this...really carries your readers. Well done!
Kath - wella thank you, madame - they were my faves too!
Jinksy - glad you agree....and I didn't need the use of a hammer!
Rel - absolutely, we do need to be more vulture considerate! That's life!
Laurie - lol...great minds and all that! I modified the line as I wouldn't want anyone to think we cheated!
Sumana Roy - Thank you. I'm pleased where it went, too!
Keith - we certainly are and most of us never leave the area either.
Brenda - thank you. I try my best to keep the flow of syllables even.
Belv - I am a misfit in certain areas of life, too. Hey Ho!
Hannah - then I'm honoured to be a carrier! lol
My favorite of yours to date...
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