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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