I plumb the shallows of like

I plumb the shallows of like

For banal inspiration

Attempt elegiac verses

Based on

Passionless affection

But it’s no use


Tamed and neutered emotions

Barely ruffle the surface

Of this drained pond


I swallow Bacchanalian dregs

Bittersweet, the taste

Sours my mouth

Words stick

Come undone

Mere letters



To rest


Broken heart pieces

On the floor of my soul


Grinding love’s promise to

Despair dust

To be flushed with tears

One teardrop

One teardrop

One teardrop

At a time



David Trudel  ©  2012




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