Treasure Island

Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

Musical Meters


I am always tempted
To seek you out
No matter where you glide
As if pride ignites your stride

It is not love that I seek
Oh no, that song has been sung
So many times, over and over again
If I try, it will turn spring rain to acid rain

What I seek rhyming in poetry instead
Like the few blooms cactus in April
My eyes drawn to a pinch dash of color
Where all else is bleak, weak and squalor

Am I old fashion you might say?
Perhaps I am a heart with an old soul twitting
I might own an iPad, an iPhone and a blazing Mac
I flip through words like tricks from a magician’s stack

But tricks are no substitute
For the real deal, the heart of a soul
Any couplet by the great romantic poets uplifts
Pave the way to my hearts hidden gifts

I would not dare to imitate perfections
I sabotage the rhyming of my reflections
May God forgive me for treading on sacred grounds!
The last thing I need
For my daily feed
Generational curses with thundering sounds!

Submitted: Thursday, April 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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April 10,2013
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013

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