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Invalid Sunbeams

Invalid Sunbeams

A Poem, my first on this site

 
Invalid Sumbeams

By: R.T. Volgate

Out of spite invalid sunbeams wake me;
the sun can’t make its way to health alone.
If I choose to rise and drive this patient,
should he be sick enough to go,
I would never let him change to my route;
the path was blazoned long ago.

Ethereal, Time is hungry and awry.
The morphing minute now at my heart chews,
but to him the taste is somewhat bitter.
“Sugar would make all right again!”
As life is not a cup of coffee bold,
sweets can’t stitch rifts between lost friends.

Alteration my portrait has sustained;
round my lips fold the smirks of grievousness.
Though airy shields of aegis do protect,
my heart of change does still stand
the lookout, my nesting crow, for life’s burgs.
I sow to reap in future’s land.


 
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  • Odds and ends
    Posted Sep 4, 2008
    +10
    Intriguing poem.

    The only thing I can really think to describe the poem with is that it gives me the impression in my mind of the sky really early in the morning... Sorry if that description is a bit abstract... But it's a good thing.

    The last line I liked very much.... (read more)
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  • Aug 18, 2008
    Second stanza second line: My instinct would tell me to leave it as it would be spoken. I know yoda's really cool but putting words in a different order is only really beneficial if its to create rhyme or rhythm. Other than that good concept, imagination and language. Me like.
  • Aug 18, 2008
    Interesting, but my only problem is it didn't have much rhythm to it.
  • Aug 17, 2008
    discouraged? never! This is an older poem anyways it's just the first one i posted up here. I'll put another one up in the next day or so
  • Aug 17, 2008
    Seems liek we've been getting a bunch of articles about tea and coffee, aren't we? I'm going to stay neutral on this one, but don't be discouraged just because one person doesn't vote on it.
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