House Call

House Call

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier

House Call

 

Aspirations' of integrity

and the world

has a glow,

radical,

in regretful

assumption.

 

The taking of

morning breaths,

deep and

to the point,

bleeding from

degeneration.

 

A constant bath

of cares and concerns,

muddle the thinking,

foolish the intention.

 

Lifes' kaleidoscope,

and rude awakening,

better to get home

before dark.

 

Tragic sunsets,

and an eyeful

of mystery.

© 2010 Abigale LeCavalier


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If Picasso's hard angles and Dali's soft curves were combined then transmuted into words, they would resemble your poems. You do have a unique way of turning phrases, dear poet.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Abigale LeCavalier

6 Years Ago

Thank you again!
Misery

6 Years Ago

Surely welcome.

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Added on August 17, 2009
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