There are such long-forgotten tracks,
hidden here within these cracks,
between each and every line…
a most nefarious sort of design.
While the poetry seeks to beguile,
such venom behind every smile—
meant, then, to be kissed
after any warning is missed.
Or so it always does so seem,
within all of that I do still dream,
as I spy with my mind’s eye
the unexplainable reason why.
For every single line must break
in order for the verse to make
any kind of meaningful sense
in any true temporal tense.
As I seek to just turn the page
on this most prosaic age,
set off on another poetic write—
within this lone quest in the night.








S., it’s hardly a lonely quest, all your writing is exquisite and very enjoyable to read. You’re not alone on your quest when writing and showing the world what you got!
Daniel
Beautifully penned, LDF. Love the rhyme and flow my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian