A Rebel Calling
Poem
If you're going to give me a kingdom
Don't forget the dragon
To protect all people from old school
Of every neighborhood and nothing tolerated
Where streetlights shine on wool not wood
Since every note I sing sounds like a rebel yell
Consider it a rebel calling then
From outside of the circle they throw stones
Mistakes made every day
May seekers find the guilty right where they are
Don't hold the mirror for everyone to see because you might meet your own reflection
Who asked anyway
The gossip of jealous men never wins
Spying flies serve yourself
Ten years behind and still counting
Excuse me if I yell
Your circumstance, my arrival
A body full of kryptonite
The witching hour lowers eyes to floor
Old school is gone forever more
With curtain raised
Leagues on their own stand up
Quietly whisper
Fug you
And I know one day the wind will sweep me off my feet
Where no man could
But not yet
The days of wonder never keep the creep of Normandy wood
If dawn to dusk the meaning of tomorrow is the rise of yesterday
In frequent shining
In the cloud break
Remember the inner lining of hope is a better part compared to a kingdom without a dragon
About the Creator
Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author
Published Poet and Author. Making rainy days feel like Sundays with words.
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Comments (3)
This is a masterful use of language. Very well done.
Slammed I am. I understand very little of what it is you're trying to say here, Lisa, & yet find myself startled & carried away by individual lines & seeming intimations. I don't get it, but still I enjoy it & am moved by it.
Wow!!! Super& surreal!!!♥️♥️💕