Sad Eyed Lyricist

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I’ve spotted it with tears
(I pronounced to all my living verse)
Your infant faces are proof of it
!
The crumbled years, the kissed cheeks
White as snow, red as apples
The harmonics of a life enriched

By syllables of madness
And lyrics of precious nothingness
I’ve ennobled my life with paragraphs

(Children of the mind of earth)
My Brethren, my secret commonwealth
I am a barefoot citizen

To the small ransomed symbols
I have shuffled and caressed
I’ve spotted them with my tears

These napkin poems, these torn clothes
To say that I lived, if in a House
A recluse by the side of the road

With old-fashioned dawn treading
Eyes, glistening hidden in stanzas
Rich as a vocabulary easy to surprise

(As Meek as murmured half-broken revelry)
My life was a whispering of pageant-magic
Sweet you forget – but I remember

The love-sick years, the beggar’s muse
It was the music on which
I based my life’s chief industry

Lost as an anonymous vowel
In the noise of the Maker and his hoard
(This is all I am, such is my brief Finitude!)

Call to Poets: Contest: http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/Wuji-International-Poetry-Festival-IV/49425/ [more info at: https://seshatwuji.wordpress.com/wuji-international-poetry-festival/%5D

Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Walking-through-Light-and-Fire-429593801

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