Of Poets, Fools

In days of poetry, fools
Gather to bring order
To entropic endeavors
Lost between the greens
Growing peace and greens
Bleeding lives, happiness
Reigns within the limits
Of sequential times
And the shackles of space
But oh poet, oh fool,
Whose tomorrow, whose
Capacity are set adrift.

Copyright © 2014 Shainbird. All rights reserved.

Advertisements

About Shainbird

"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

4 Responses to Of Poets, Fools

  1. Bastet says:

    Hello! Missed you…and this is a powerfully cutting poem, first entry for NaPoWriMo? Hope so I enjoy reading your efforts. 😉

  2. Loved it…I have always had admiration for your work, but some things just have to be explained with one word…Love. Ann

  3. Jeff Nguyen says:

    Great to see your poetry again, Shainbird!

  4. Ed says:

    Thanks for sharing your thoughts on this blog! 🙂

Type me what you think.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s