Conundrum Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

CONUNDRUM

Summer to some seems Winter's sum,
time spent repent, ~ what went before
grains ghost of Christmas yet to come,
skeins shadow shape refrains, sans thaw.

Unhappiness, like bubble gum,
sticks jaded palate more and more
as if a braided rule of thumb
or star-set trap shut, Chance’s maw
clamped tight, sharp shark bite conundrum,
for reasons one dares not explore.

Heartbeat humdrum deadly drum
reverb_berates as pulses pour
into oblivion, soon dumb,
soon pitch black silence, - spent Life’s store.


18 October 2005

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