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[Crzy4Bono]

Some nights I sit

Jaded tune, an old saxophone
Mournful and comical
Rising and falling in a cadence
Of broken desire
The song a voice, any voice
Dropping its notes
Into my soul like pennies
Into a fountain
Quarter tones to fill a void
I only imagined,
Imagined out of a need to act
In a world
Where all are trapped by
Ordained roles,
Those priests of human existence
Cast for the innocent.

Some nights I can only sit

 

[brettig]

Originally posted by Crzy4Bono:
Some nights I sit

Where all are trapped by
Ordained roles,
Those priests of human existence
Cast for the innocent.

Some nights I can only sit

indeed.

 

[zooropamanda]

wow crzy tha was really good
i loved the words you use and the way in which they flow
very cool

 

[BabyGrace]

Crzy that was awesome!

could you teach me how to find meaningful and unique imagery? the way your descriptions just flow together..

and the last line is perfect. great poem

 

[The Wanderer]

I only imagined,
Imagined out of a need to act
In a world
Where all are trapped by
Ordained roles...

so very true...