An Escapist's Poem (Dedicated to the Leaves/previously "Ode To Escapists")



An Escapist's Poem

(Dedicated to the Leaves)

We always pick the flower for no

Good reason,

Like an insect from a plant,

'tis steady 'til—gone!

We always had seen the sky

Like 'tis the glorious blue color

Then we often see how clouds move.

Something we remember

Now that our lovelorn past had

Paid its price, in this moment—

We falter, we forgive, we abnegate tomorrow

For our precious accident

We learned to measure strength and

Weakness in terms of cordiality;

Lest we may never go home,

Midstride, to the forlorn eternity!



Author's Notes/Comments: 

Reedited 07.12.2019 (Grammar correction:  This is written - This *was written...)



This was written while engaged in a Twitter application/platform discourse.--It is an edited version.  The following is written on April 30, 2017 w/ the actual approximate time & subtitle, as follows... An Escapist's Poem (previously "Ode To Escapists")  [01:02] (an affected poem, dedicated to the leaves).



I sank into my life
To this world in my mind
Where it required no wife
Just to make up my mind

How elusive is a peace
The quiet of a thought
Thoughts of a girl, a miss
Would you settle or not

But most is escape
To get away with truth perhaps
That happiness, in a cape
A point when it stops!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written during the waking morning at Japanese ville.

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