Monday, September 30, 2024

Red Resonant Serpent/ Electric Deer Moon of Service, Day 11

 



 7 Chicchan

 

Red Resonant Serpent 

 

My precious friend, regard me not askance

Though I deserve your gaze, most skeptical

I cannot fault you for your wary glance

For of myself, I make pure spectacle

It is to tears my words one could compare

Both flow in uncontrollable remorse

In composition, they so poorly fare

To express passion from its deepest source

These words survive though tears do disappear

Poetry at least puts form on feeling

But I do risk your mockery and fear

Trying to convince you of my meaning


Emotion, when translated to refrain

Loses too much but gambles more to gain.

  

©Kleomichele Leeds



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