Hallow Is Life
How strange, that in one word, things are so hollow
That they are like a desert, sharing complete isolation.
While in another similar word, things are so hallow,
Where a family, has a dessert treat, having pure elation.
Within a tear, we show deep emotion upon our cheeks,
In another motion, things tear apart, ragging down creeks.
Swollen are words meaning that wear daggers s-word points
That penetrates trails dividing sentences, inside pivotal joints.
Reflective introspection circumspection wears poetic spectrums
Radiating an inspirational cerebral quill in poetry’s creative conception.
That persona halo illumination of Uni-Verse gray matter of spectacular
Insight that peers out from a poet’s inflective soul in cognitive reception.
Hollering words cry sediments to gain attention upon vivid image details,
While in hallowing experiences, we venerate sentiment’s livid imagery with nails,
Furrowing poetry’s germinating wail, within poetic wombs inspiring terse creation.
Hallmarks, that live is hallow, filling hollow spaces full, with pages of accreditation.
David Lester Young (Franklin Doppelganger) 04/18 to 04/19/12 ©