pathetically
poetically
phonicalically
phonily
the real me
i hide
inside
with words i will say
or play
in any & every way
just so i can stay
away
from what i have to say
anyway
it's just word play
i will ramble around
make a GREAT sound
just to be found
my thoughts to abound
Poetically
pathetically
heard
unheard
by the herd
not a writer
a righter
of word
how absurd
unheard
of
a cast off
a ...
sometimes
i ramble
sometimes
i gamble
i amble
my way
i say
what i play
anyway
words are only
lonely
letters
syllables
silly profanities
alone
so alone
without
meaning
without
leaning
on ...
TRUTH
which is a lie
in IT's Self
a TRY
(i can't rhyme Self...
can you?
if you do...
this is your poem)
poems
are red
poems are read
poems
are blue
poems
are you
and me
us
and
we
small words
and big words
and unheards
and heard
poems are a Word
waiting
and state-ing
inflating
de-Flating
initaiting
negating
what's said
in our heaD
WHAT WE READ
Masterfully done....your words were tumbling down like a waterful....and mingles in a whirlpool.....and right at the end it just rolls a shore....just to say no more....poetry I adore!!
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
Love Tinka