Dateless

Dates mean nothing. The poems are just ordered as I please. I believe I still have a mostly accurate account of dates elsewhere.

Thursday, May 26, 2022

"Black and blue"

I think you feel you have been clear, your meaning I construe

Two-twenty, please make no mistake, you've left me black and blue

Or, maybe it is just a quiz, a construct built of tones

Still, the end effect is that I'm bruised right to the bones

But bruises heal and hearts anneal, it never will corrupt

The feelings that I have for you eternally erupt

The fantasies have ended though, no shortcut will be found

In the end the road must wend, necessity is bound

To take the path around the wrath, abidance leaves me whole

Considering that it may take another lifetime's toll

I beg of serendipity there is such thing as soul

Not that I give up the ghost, this lifetime's still the goal

But need of transformation for the distance to abate

So much is patience needed to arrive in such a state

I may not like the hurdles but that's never held me back

My essence takes the pummeling, it's used to blue and black


You are completely new under the sun

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