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Villanelle: Little Boy Lost
I'm lost in lands of unknown clime
with clouds for sun and sky obscure,
and I have no yardstick for time
Palpating the air like a mime
with movements jerky and unsure:
I'm lost in lands of unknown clime
My eyes covered with cobwebbed grime
of rooms left shut since age of yore
and I have no yardstick for time
I bite into bittersweet lime,
a taste my heart will swift abjure:
I'm lost in lands of unknown clime
My mind is as a spinning dime
that knows not what it shall endure,
and I have no yardstick for time
This is converse to sweet,sublime
music of souls certain and sure:
I'm lost in lands of unknown clime
and I have no yardstick for time
with clouds for sun and sky obscure,
and I have no yardstick for time
Palpating the air like a mime
with movements jerky and unsure:
I'm lost in lands of unknown clime
My eyes covered with cobwebbed grime
of rooms left shut since age of yore
and I have no yardstick for time
I bite into bittersweet lime,
a taste my heart will swift abjure:
I'm lost in lands of unknown clime
My mind is as a spinning dime
that knows not what it shall endure,
and I have no yardstick for time
This is converse to sweet,sublime
music of souls certain and sure:
I'm lost in lands of unknown clime
and I have no yardstick for time
Published 9th Nov 2011
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9th Nov 2011 7:40pm
damn vivid imagery and awesome connection between things like yardsticks and time... "Palpating the air like a mime
with movements jerky and unsure:
I'm lost in lands of unknown clime" ha almost fell outta my chair in the library. Great job Bonang
with movements jerky and unsure:
I'm lost in lands of unknown clime" ha almost fell outta my chair in the library. Great job Bonang
11th Nov 2011 9:12am
