Friday, February 13, 2015

"Past Participle"

Make no mistake this is mostly nonsense.  Maybe that's why I like it so much.

Masked inside the meaning and whither on its way
Spoken with the force of gales, it beckons on to say
What then, you shout, to leave it out
Wherefore, you flout a rocky spout
It flickers on, no more to go
Spoken like a broken blow
The power tickles to the flight
Passed along with sparkling night
The perfect participle has such meaning in its way
Not wasted on the maundering, nor wandering to stray
And spoken like true speakers speak
Not lent on loan, nor shadows bleak
I shuffle on and all the while
Behind those eyes, a hidden smile


© 2012 whickwithy

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