o~ Tragedy of Punctuation ~o

o~ Tragedy of Punctuation ~o



o~ Act 1 ~o



Poetic requiems
I would once weave
now haunting my
grim reality,

the death I have
penned of in poem,
comes now playing
cruel tricks
on me.


All useful thought
has evananesced
empty and void
from my mind,

 

meditate and seek
yet words not
worth their ink
is all I find.


Retire to den to gain
energy, I'm drained
plus have pain in
my head,

 

guess I'll accept
it's now time to quit
and rest my mind
on my bed.


 

               ~ o Drifting away, I fall deep in a dream,
         though dark and strange, so real does it seem. ~o
 


o~ Act 2 ~o


A mystical muse
then approaches,
infusing me with
inspiration,

I'm soon struck by
brilliant ideas
sparking a whole
new creation.

(Then it hits)


What inspired
these words to
flow freely, now
stops them all
completely,


spied then what
looks rather
freakish, could
these eyes now
deceive me?

 


o~ Act 3 ~o



A small, dark
Period mark ( . )
suddenly jumps
right off my white
page,


angrily mumbling,
blotting out
insults he hurls
his inky-stink
rage.

 

 

Exclamation ( ! )
comes in pointing
straight at Period.
(It's unknown from
whence this
character came)

he punctuates
dismay of unsavory
things of which
the small dot is
to blame.


o~ Act 4 ~o



Exclamation
says Period
is hijacking writers,
defiling their work
with vexation,

inserting his mark
to stop words
(just for fun)
for which there is
no toleration.

 


The small black spot
confesses and claims
 pulling stunts was just
an escape,

with a smile
he punctuates in
superb exclamation
then returns to his
circular shape.
 


o~ Act 5 ~o


Period promptly
removes marks
placed wrongly,
assures he'll not
do it again,


then he realizes
the life he spent
ending a word
has itself now
come to
an end.



(o~ end ~o)



o~   ( . ) in memoriam     ~o