Sunday, August 2, 2015

THE CLOWN (Sonnet)

Image result for surreal Born jocund and regal, a king and a clown,
Through the droughts that will drain and the draughts that will drown,
Transiently eternal, earthly ethereal,
He mated words with hers in wild throbs surreal.

Telescoping phonemes and rhythms by the zillions
In visions richer than the scions of Zion’s,
He wafted her eerily to a no man’s time
Where literary oaths and coined love always rhyme.

Image result for feral He fell in poetry with her and filled his quest.
But spun on images, his love yarns rest in jest.
Six feet under Heaven, terrestrial, lethal,
He proved a beast and clown, both jocund and feral.

Both jocund and feral, he was a clown in town.
She anointed him a poet. He now wears a crown.

(c)2015 July 29 at 12:24pm

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