assorted life

Press the bundle of grey ribbons in:

Leaving bright yellow loose ends, dangling out.

Strut out the shambling voice:

A weak crutch of loudness would also do.

Do not believe the tear glinted eyes, in the mirror:

Even when you know they are too naive to lie.

Nor let the sniffle out, off the puckered eyes.

For it may dilute the long harboured sting.

Press the bundle of grey ribbons in:

Leaving bright yellow loose ends, dangling out.

(photo courtesy; paris2london)

P.S: “Life is somewhere else is just a myth”, life is here, life is now.

Sometimes a simple grammar tense, can change the whole way you think.

P.P.S: Have my apologies, if PS doesn’t exactly go with the poem. Assorted lines with an assorted life; the title says it all. What say?

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