In Cadence of Rhyme
I am always so less demanding
After crossing the bridge of understanding,
Where I can meet myself on the other side,
Folding in upon me just like the tide.
For what a mixture that makes—
Me, myself, and I, all our mistakes
Spilled out upon the checkered floor…
Yet always wanting something more.
Or perhaps something a little less,
For when I do pen to then confess,
I can be a little bit much,
Needing maybe a subtler touch.
But that is how it always goes
When the ink begins all its flows,
In every different direction,
As if late for some resurrection.
While I seek to come to terms
With both the sea and the berms,
Sand dunes built up by time
Join me in cadence of rhyme.
Powerfully penned, LDF. Great write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian