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