Poetic Interlude XXVII


Maybe I drift, and maybe I dream,
And maybe I twist, and maybe I scheme,
And maybe it’s all for naught.

Maybe the days are meaningless chores,
Or maybe they’re dramas that Wagner adores,
Or maybe I’ve lost the plot.

Maybe minutia and everyday zeal
And maybe the numinous hope that you feel
Are spray of a fickle tide –
Maybe I’m lost, or maybe I’m strong;
Maybe I’ve really been right all along –
Maybe I need to decide.

©2013 by Tyler J. Yoder. All rights reserved


About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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