This poetry thing has its way of integrating
the most mundane into occasions you will
remember - and for the right reasons, like
capture and constrain all rogue elements of
confused and evasive feeling it hones your
betiding new idioms in thinking, old palings
pall & fail under strain of rarely used argot
wallowing in instantaneous wisdom, wear
measure of an armour of invincible insight -
clear and simple in an obvious atmosphere
clouded by frustration of its polluted doubt
your hand signals as words and calls aloud
to all the poet voices - behold a reckoning!
© 20 December 2013, I. D. Carswell
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