Prisoners (edited)
by Mathew Paust
This cell the sole certainty,
all else steeped in mystery.
Why should we be here?
Eyes peer through bars.
Intrepid reach for stars,
or respite from some fear?
Is the secret cloistered
in a heart not nurtured
by the cleansing tear?
Eyes without meet eyes within,
two pair sparkling serious whim.
So why damned bars to interfere?
Love the second to last verse.. well done my friend.
Tks, Linda.
Hmmm...and no mention of Wal-Mart either...
:)
I'd hoped it was implicit, Sally.
Nice slant rhymes, Matt.
Tks, Gary.
Tks, Con. ;-)
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:-) Chris.
Nice work. A prison of any making is a hard place to be.*
Nice work. A prison of any making is a hard place to be.*
This is true, Gary. A couple of nights in the drunk tank drove that point home to me -- many many moons ago.
This really gets to the heart of things. *
Tks, Paul.
I just now trimmed it. Always amazing to me how removing a word or two can strengthen a line.