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Words travel through the air
Finding themselves lost.
A mire of broken
Promises and lost souls,
Awaiting oblivion.
Lies told at the speed of light —
Breaking hearts in a wink,
Fetching tears from her eyes.
No beep, no buzz, no cheer;
Just whispers to limbo.
I tried my hand at free verse with this piece. I imposed a syllabic pattern though to steer clear of the line that separates prose from verse. Yeah, the word 'free' is something of an irony. :)#
ReplyDeleteAbsolute freedom leads to irresponsibility. Free verse poetry is a victim of this. Just like abstract art.
ReplyDeleteGurl, angayan kaau ka..pwede naka mag change religion..hahaha.Like it much...;)
ReplyDeleteThis is my favorite of the portraits I've seen you do Jo. ~ Janjan
ReplyDelete@Janjan — Thanks. There's a long (and taxing) story behind this image. I hurriedly shot this picture of my colleague behind a door at a (chemistry) congress.
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