If I were a theatrical playbill
about life in my thirties,
the bi-polar production
would be a harmonic collection
of short stories performed on
large stages about the evolutionary
stages of my life’s hormonal phases.
...
I took studded reigns into my
dreams to tame the knight’s mare.
I used diamond-shaped blades to fit
the circled gem into the rusted square.
I thought I made sense of the insightful
thoughts behind the blind stare, instead,
I fell victim to the steps along the stairs.
I always thought that becoming a king
meant you had to pay a prince’s price,
until I shook hands with a leader who’s
crown was acquired by spending good coin
for fair advice.
About the Creator
Kale Bova
Author | Poet | Dog Dad | Nerd
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Comments (2)
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It's hard to find such poignant poetry - this was one. Beautifully written.