Sunday, February 5, 2017

"Broken rhythms"

Broken rhythms haunting me along my weary way
I tumble down a fractious frown, a lean and relic stray
Piano sitting idle and the bones of life denied
The measures written rhythmic are so broken in their stride
Distractions pile upon the heap, a feast of this and that
Poetic license brings a beat, the rhythm in a hat
The doom of life reminding me the ticking is for naught
Digging deep, within the heap, a rare inlay is sought
Surrounded by the rhythm's beat the smile begins to crest
The beat of life, once more, takes hold at harbinger's behest


© 2015 whickwithy


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