Strange

I think I had a thought

pristine and  unpolished

not one that I chance bought

or found undemolished

Fearless

Though I once was

it did me no disservice

perhaps it was because

It failed to make me nervous

Applause

it was just a notion

perfect and parlayed guile

swept in linguistic devotion

fluid and yet tactile

Proclivity

to relent in disdain

forfeit absolution for peace

so much easier to explain

languishing than to release

Pathos

dried and overripe fruit

discarded by pure reticence

another abandoned pursuit

bearing me nowhere but hence

Familiar

Copyright:  Brian Pellerino  2008