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Ack
by Jeffrey ParrenBored with boring boredom
I work with minute motion,
then comes paltry play
wasting this listless life away.
I wake up
in a notion-less existence daily.
This life.
This unforgiving; unfortunate life.
Drib drab and dreary,
the sun sets at 4:30
please pump me full
of Vitamin D.
If you made it beyond
paragraph 1,
you seemingly made it farther than I.
Checkmate life, you win.
12/11/2013 Posted on 12/11/2013
Copyright © 2024 Jeffrey Parren
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/11/13 at 01:25 AM "Drib, drab, and dreary" - loved this trio - these cold days of winter are hard. You've made your point perfectly. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/11/13 at 04:04 PM and yet life wasn't always thus expressed in drab colors and tones. no. once we held a view less drab and more colorful and lively. i.e. when we loved and were loved in return. life is not life. lest there is love. lest there is poetry to express such it is drab and listless. otherwise. |
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