A Nameless Scribble

Struggled to select a title for this baby. It was a thoughtless experiment straight from the soul and thus impossible to name.

held in this face, its lips of steel

I chance to use words to make time mine

but soaring language cannot conceal

that truth and falsehood are soaked in wine

a journey of life, a torment and thrill

this raging earth and built to last

shrewdly we forage, we're waiting still

for the present to be worthy of the past

as time springs anew, the past disappears

blooms flaunt wet and gay on the tree

a wind from the east soothes our fears

time now to be lost in the folds of the sea

Reviews

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beautiful words that flow really nicely. I'm not really certain on the meaning to me personally, but it sounded beautiful when I read it out loud. Nice write and I like the title.