The night the bus overturned

The miracle of the new excites and rightly so
Some of that gilt will flake and peel
Less would, if I didn’t lean on it so

This. Sensation is beginning to fade
Or maybe I’m just assimilating
This sensation I’m beginning to face

Either way I pull it round me like a cloak
To steep in that feeling like a tea 
So in this sadness I’ll soak

And standing there I’ll watch myself 
Feel and reel and drift, let go
Of that too, one little pellet at a time

The time is now, to advance
I see how lingering feels
Rise on those legs and dance

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7 thoughts on “The night the bus overturned

  1. Ah, I like this! Love the conclusion, like an imperative. I should listen to this advice. I wonder if this is a particular form you are following? Either way, I like the rhymes and slant-rhymes here, and the diminishing lines to the end.

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    1. Thank you Marian. If it speaks to you, then do!

      i’m not studied enough in the various forms, i’ve managed to eek out a few sonnets, quadrilles, haiku and haibun. Here it did need to deteriorate, not quite meet it’s goals as it were.

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