(although I haven’t written rhyming poems in years, I thought “Well why the hell not?” So I wrote one yesterday, and now I’m writing another especially for the person who reminded me of how useful structure can be.)
I drink from a black rose petal chalice
each morning; silver champagne.
Each morning I breathe in the mist
left by a midnight rain.
Each morning I listen to the song
of each tiny yet beautiful bird.
Each morning the sing me a new story
that no ears on earth have heard.
They sing to me of laughter.
They sing to me of despair.
I always sing them the same song
a sorrow that’s always been there.
I tried to sing them laughter,
but I sang instead of a mask
I sing to them of the lie I wear
to complete my daily tasks.
Each morning I drink from a black rose petal chalice.
Silver Champagne that is almost gone.
Each morning I sing them the same sad verses.
Each morning they sing me a new song.