Monday, September 3, 2012

CONVERSE IN VERSE

I love to write, but writing is of no value if no one reads it, so this will be my indulgence... and I hope, your pleasure...
Indulge me, as I converse in verse....




UNFULFILLED PROMISE

A crumpled newspaper, waiting to deliver
the traumas of the world..
begging to impart that of utmost importance
profound words, leaping from the pages..
the scribe's passions, intensity
to no avail...

It has yesterday's date.

(c) Crissouli






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4 comments:

  1. Cassmob (Pauleen)September 4, 2012 at 10:52 PM

    Sometimes I think the only way to deal with the news is from a time remove. Lovely poem.

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  2. CrissouliSeptember 4, 2012 at 10:55 PM

    Thank you, Pauleen...

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 5, 2012 at 12:57 AM

    Ahhh... very thought provoking. Thanks for sharing, Chris.

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