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on its edge
by Philip F De Pinto
one one thirteen
after many attempts
bard stands a coined phrase
on its edge
after many false starts
shadows crow
spooking the corns in your feet
the asymmetry of fear
a shark fin sluicing through seas
the question is begged - men
do not lead lives of quiet D.
but are led by divination rods
to glasses neither half empty
of half filled but all are tipped
on their sides
which have forgotten
how to right themselves
per fat chance there is
rain in the forecast
01/01/2013 Posted on 01/01/2013
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 01/04/13 at 01:34 AM I feel like you're playing whackamole with imagery here with the precision of ninjatude. Meaning, poignant. In particular the bit about corns, which made me wretch in the best way possible. |
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