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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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Posted Sep 4, 2008
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.... (
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