147 Break

147 Break

A Poem by Lonesome Traveler

Glittering spark.

Gunpowder cage

year of the ages.

Not for no lark.


Scuffed felt.

Lingering damp

truly set camp.

Your hand is dealt.


Fleeting gasp.

Desperate dance

a unknown chance.

But lower the mast.




© 2013 Lonesome Traveler

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Added on January 29, 2013
Last Updated on January 29, 2013
Tags: Chance, Moment, Break, Luck, Draw


Lonesome Traveler
Lonesome Traveler

United Kingdom

Young, British and naive going on cynical. Searching for the right path, and all that mother jazz. " Pass the parcel, sometimes that's all you can do. Take it, feel it, and pass it on. Not for me, .. more..