Lemonade

Wed, 07/06/2016 - 14:43 -- Odesam

A poem

Is a playground for perspective

 

It’s lemon juice to the brain,

piquant as can be to the mind

 

It’s the place that transcends making sense and gives dollars instead

It’s where I can embellish and relish to tell if the best is left with hectic messages

 

But no the calmest storm you’ll ever witness

 

It’s the challenge of cracking the safe of an author’s mind

 

Frantically searching for any morsel of sugar to accompany this cruel kindess of deafening silence

 

this jumbo shrimp these unknown knowns that do their don’t and forget their do

 

this map to nowhere that can’t seem to be anything more than the mad makings of a stupid savant

 

OH MY GAWD IM LOST!

 

Yet,

we forget to remember that even lemons can sing sweet serenades to the soul

Enjoy

This poem is about: 
Me
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