Friday, November 22, 2013

Pardon, Me.



Pardon me my confusion,
You see, I'm feeling lost.

First it was the time coiled up in a net.
Then it was my mind hanging on a string, and yet,

Totally tangled, jangled,
Nothing worth the cost:

          Pardon me, I'm lost.

4 comments:

  1. Neatly written, all the same! :)

    Thanks for your comment on my sevenling. Here is a more detailed description of the form (which I can see you would do good things with): http://bensonofjohn.co.uk/poetry/formssearch.php?searchbox=Sevenling

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  2. You said so much with just a few words - this is beautiful.

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  3. Mind hanging on a string - oh yes (and lately someone other than me is swinging that string around. oy!).

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  4. Such a tasty morsel! Thank you. :)

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