Poem of the week: Composition by Howard Altmann
A story still on its page…
Now I am in bewildered state,
A condition where from no console
nor reprieve for the moment
of torment inward is beyond expression.
My life, my story, my sad tale
No warp and weft at the moment
except like that of my own and
scribble and move in haste
drawing something sober
beyond rectification.
Tides and waves blow
Brimming with questions
unanswered and clueless,
akin to that of a poem,
or story or event, happening,
I did not take cognizance;
Yet withal, searching
for happy ending,
no villain, no morsel
to spoil show in flow.
Let me gather the leaves
Not parched, but green
and fresh to go into
pages of story with smooth sail.
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