Brutal is the play today
a game to those of fury.
With centers lost at others costs.
Now self denied and buried.
I had my chance to make a stance
But turned a blinded cheek.
I could have mattered but silenced the chatter,
Which served to make me weak.
Again today another lays
stiff a top the ground.
I closed my eyes when I heard cries.
Now not another sound.
I breathe alone in twisted zones
and still I wonder why.
I did not do a thing for you,
before it went awry.
I saw the blade but was afraid
he’d breach my hallowed cove.
Come back for me then I would be
laid now beneath the grove.
Brutal is the play today.
Its darkness swallows whole.
Our backs are turned, will we soon learn
We too can lose our . . .
Soul.
By: K. Mulroney
Comments
Fun is good...
Personally, I love rhyme and use it frequently, but it's not for everyone. Not everyone can or wants to take the time to make it make sense and not sound childish. That's okay, I don't always write in rhyme and can appreciate most forms of prose and poetry. Wow! It's been so long that I didn't remember you as a member of the site, I had to go back and read the other two poems that you published here and read the reviews I left. Welcome back. ~ Geezer.
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Hey Geezer!
Nice to see you again! been wandering around the worlds writing circles. But something always leads me back here. I had dozens of works on here but took them down for possible revisions. Now I'm posting new stuff.
thanks for stopping by, good to be back and happy to see ya!
amazing
my late husband would have loved this poem for it's form wonderful write as the flow was so very smooth nice work indeed
Thank You
Lynn! I was once a member of another site back in 2005. they constantly threw challenges at me to write rhyming stuff. Especially around Halloween. Go figure. Will post more of that flavor soon.
Thanks so much for your comment!! I appreciate it.