I do love letting my mind now roam
in some poem within a poem;
hear rhymes between these lines,
put there by my unaware designs.
Just a single moment in time,
camouflaged under all this rhyme;
the truer message I intend to send
while these stanzas weave, then bend.
Perhaps reveal a thing or two—
why all the other colors are blue,
surrounded by these shades of gray,
competing soliloquys in this play.
Knowing how there is nothing sweeter
than a most proud and perfect meter;
that stresses all that it then should—
a nod to both the evil and the good.
So that, long after the poem is done,
the real lesson has finally begun
to seep out of these poetic pages:
a cryptic message from past ages.
Cleverly penned, LDF. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks Damian…