Should I fade tonight
Into the cimmerian streets
Amidst the broken ballerinas
Tiptoeing upon the glass?
No, I am no dancer
Nor keeper of songs
But a faded adjective
Banal and long
Lost in the premise
Between the cause and the comma,
Dressed as a chatelaine
For the world and its drama
Never to be forgotten
Forever in this game
Of the way the words changes
And yet the meaning remains same.
Stunningly evoked
Wow!! This poem is an instant classic for me!
The turn (volta?) here took me by surprise for a moment, as it should, and it seemed effortless, as it always does. I am going to brood over it.
I loved the choice of words, of course. It’s gorgeous, and the opening lines are just stellar!
Thank you.
Thank you very much 😊
Its always a pleasure to know your take on the poem. Glad you liked it 🙏
Ma sha Allah. You write beautifully
Lost in the premise
Between the cause and the comma,
Dressed as a chatelaine
For the world and its drama
Wow! This just so thought provoking! Loved it!!💕💕💕
Thank you 😊
You constant support is a great motivation 👍👍👍
My pleasure! I look forward to more of your work!!!❣❣