Poetry in Motion:

Every once in a while I will publish a poem to frame my emotions into some perspective, in search of a beastly beauty in me, and/or assert my human face. They may get dark, so I welcome comments that will help me understand my life within them.

This is my attempt at the poetic form Rondel.

The Opposite Me

Everything not me is beauty.

As life loves and lauds implicit;

Contrasting naught—love is licit.

Yet, this Soul is all too broody.

From despair, to live so sooty:

A match morose and complicit—

Everything not me is beauty,

As life loves and lauds implicit.

Like a song so rich and fluty;

Like sun shines—duly explicit,

The opposite me elicits,

Disillusion as mere duty.

Everything, not me is beauty.

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