The Writers Voice
The World's
Favourite Literary Website
Half Of It
by
Brent Fuller
What is chance given the probabilities
Are we prisoner in fiery midst
Between purveyors of silken goodies
And truth as promised in thin disguise
What is to be said of happy new years
When the stream didn’t volunteer
To stay where it was supposed to flow
And tyranny knew no cleft as its master
Is there anything that could stand the test
Of the accidentally invited guest
Who put to the bricks
Comes around without a nick
To forecast the next agreed time and place
Of the showing of your potpourri gift
You aren’t indeed stymied
Since never having had to answer
For dim but relieving times
Of lapse of recollection.
In reaction
Would not come with
Would not look
Act like me
So sparing me
Crimes past mar maybes
Times pass, as did mistakes made.
Surrounds talented answers is:
Will you wait and see
Critique this work
Click on the book to leave a comment about this work
