Curiosity that killed no cat

Curiosity that killed no cat

A Poem by Frederick Kesner
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But it martyrs by betrayal, our private thoughts and feelings.

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Of late
I've stared past
fork-strewn dinner plates;

tines pinging like tuning forks,
precise and crystalline:

from scratches on writing pads,
to clacking on fading keyboard tiles,
to taps on smudged touch screens --

thoughts and feelings exiled, martyred
for existence beyond skull and ribs.

Of late
my chin bobs
to strains of melodies;

countering the blare of the radio beats.
No one sees this march to my own drums.




© 2013 Frederick Kesner



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Frederick Kesner
Frederick Kesner

Brisbane, West Moreton, Australia



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My life is one poetic journey. If I am not reading or writing poetry, I simply live it. To me the experience of poetry should be such - to breathe it, create it, and receive it from poems and lives th.. more..

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