In honor of National Poetry Day I have decided to dust off and share a decade-old untitled poem from October 2004.
wonderfully torn
mistaken, forlorn
old past and new future
both presently scorned
all graciousness pondered
vivaciousness, squandered
would asking a question
be too much to ask?
though I haven’t any
so alters the task
now do bask as one
in the seas of the many
but relinquish your mask
mistaken, forlorn
old past and new future
both presently scorned
all graciousness pondered
vivaciousness, squandered
would asking a question
be too much to ask?
though I haven’t any
so alters the task
now do bask as one
in the seas of the many
but relinquish your mask