That was the last instance and the
last straw, a case of nevermore,
never again – not in any sense
a chance of leniency; I will never
read that verse again. And yet I
read it in anther guise not less than
ten heartbeats gone, two quick breaths
and a sigh, in another forgetful poem.
Why I bother I don’t know; find for me
a thorough rhyme for conundrum,
besides humdrum, and you may
have an answer. Perhaps I hoped
you would entice me out of this
sense of uselessness, this ennui,
this despair – where are you who
is going to grow me wings?
© I.D. Carswell 2007
last straw, a case of nevermore,
never again – not in any sense
a chance of leniency; I will never
read that verse again. And yet I
read it in anther guise not less than
ten heartbeats gone, two quick breaths
and a sigh, in another forgetful poem.
Why I bother I don’t know; find for me
a thorough rhyme for conundrum,
besides humdrum, and you may
have an answer. Perhaps I hoped
you would entice me out of this
sense of uselessness, this ennui,
this despair – where are you who
is going to grow me wings?
© I.D. Carswell 2007
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