I am not a poet in any sense of what it actually means to be a poet. I really just enjoy playing with words. These poems obviously were created from things going on in my mind and sometimes nothing is actually going on in my head and I am writing free form. In other words I am writing what comes into my head from another source and I decided I am calling it free form cause I can. I don't actually like putting a title to my poems but I am sure you can figure out where a poem starts and ends. So, as I said earlier ART is open to interpretation and that is one the most fascinating things about ART. Let your mind roam and see what you come up with. Dont be afraid to use the comment box to talk about it either if you feel the need!
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On Monday, I was too pre-occupied thinking about Tuesday, Tuesday rolled around and I thought when is Wednesday going to get here, On Wednesday I was thirsty for Thursday, Thursday came about, I realised I had fried my brain thinking about Friday, On Friday I thought I would sit and think about this all day Saturday and on Saturday I concluded I would just go out and enjoy the Sun all day on Sunday and totally forgot all about Monday.
Moral: Enjoy the present.
Freedom today, sincerity tomorrow
Understand then prizes left unborrowed
Bread and bone, fortune and sorrow
Create the rise and fall for us to swallow
Paint the portraits of our time
Men and mice of great design
Unto this truth do I resign.
Or do I stay and watch the great decline
To come in search of the evening star
Radiating under the midnight radar
People come from near and far
To find the one with the invisible scar
I close my eyes in pools of darkness
A familiarity reaching out unharnessed
Reaching somewhere I cannot find
Remain uncovered, remain denied
Retain the forces of restitution
I retaliate to endless confusion
Sounds of remedy beckon relapse
Near and far crumpled rows collapse
Copyright © Lee Evans 2014
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