le Retour Poem by David McLansky

le Retour

Rating: 5.0


The bubbling words percolate,
Wondering where I've been of late,
Needing life in their expression,
Muted by my Art's regression;
And thus by Art's necessity,
I deposit my sad history;
Less than what I was before,
More paralyzed but tempered pure.

Thursday, April 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Pradip Chattopadhyay 18 April 2014

I get it, that's how it is.

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