Another Ringing of the Bards!
This submission offers up a poem involved with the serial nature of life…of a series of events accomplishing transformation. I’ve done it in Septet form.
A Septet–Syllables 3, 5, 7. 9, 7, 5, 3
Does not have to rhyme.
pepper my soul with contempt.
Pitchfork devil dancing in my heart.
Silence! I demand you go!
Leave me gentle peace.
You rile me.
You’ve come back.
My heart runs away
but my weary mind lingers,
empty of hateful dark verbiage.
Speechless, numb, staring at you,
waiting for your words
Instead you sing gold-rimmed songs
of forgiveness while winged angels soar.
instructing in love
Cheated of my black-edged hate.
Cleansing silvery stars enlighten.
Juggernaut of love
Copyright 2006 JO Janoski
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