Just one more thing, if you were inspired to create something after reading my post I'd love to hear about it. Okay done, now read the poem.
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The Basin of Despair (also, the Sonnet of the Sink).
by: Franki Batten
The porcelain stage where my drama set
Is ordained with precious and paltry stone.
In the apron I soak in the near debt
Due to me as I sweat upon my throne.
The curtain is drawn as I don my crown
Is ordained with precious and paltry stone.
In the apron I soak in the near debt
Due to me as I sweat upon my throne.
The curtain is drawn as I don my crown
And the floodlights wash the foul aftermath
Of a stomach feasting on greed. I drown
In self pity accompanied by wrath.
Yet there is a scene, though hidden by blacks,
That tells of a king and his daughter dear.
Of a stomach feasting on greed. I drown
In self pity accompanied by wrath.
Yet there is a scene, though hidden by blacks,
That tells of a king and his daughter dear.
His sweat paid her debt in his crowning act.
Now she is learning her character here.
I am being washed as the water flows
from springs on dry land that rise ever slow.
I think it is excellent, no kidding.
ReplyDeleteGeez Franki, I like it!
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