Quatrains

Semantics

we may have run out of random excuses

tied on the back of a very long list of emotional

quatrains,

flowing around rhymed nothingness

seeking relief from rhymed lines

out of time, mystical signs

can you believe them

when nothing comes to be

the lightened sublime fades in the sunlight

scatterbrained egos run like mice

repentant gossips scurried

like jumping dice

we cautiously looked around the restaurant

and saw,

tables of two holding hands

tables of one, sat a darkened clam with brocolli picks

she walked out onto the street with her secret

thinking nobody sees,

nobody knows

leaving the soup in the kitchen for tea

laughing at nothing,

nothing that made sense...

Reviews

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~~ it's funny how we sometimes want to be noticed and we're ignored and sometimes we don't want to be noticed and we are recognized... ~~ ultimately our solace probably lies in the pursuit of personal excellence... which we may or may not be able to share with another... ~~ just my thoughts after reading this incredibly thought-provoking piece...

[Alisa Js]

I know what you mean...

Thanks, serah💫

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~~ glad you do, dear alisa...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes nothing makes anymore sense than a clam with broccoli picks, and the mice eating on the empty plates of reason...and we seek relief from our own words because they are letting the secret out.

interesting poetry here, Alisa.
always, you get me seeing pictures and trying to put them together in the reel of my thoughts.

[Alisa Js]

Thank you, Jacob...

I will be by soon,

Alisa ;-)