Least Read Poems About Risk

I drape my lines
In visual signs
Poetic designs
Designed to climb vines
Abstract mental for the minds
I sink and swim in my rhymes
Scuba diving in mental disorders
To cross the borders
Of many poetry hoarders
A stepping stone of brick and mortars
Overstepping my boundaries
In subliminal foundries
Questioning all that I write
Whether wrong or right
In the day or the night
A continuous fight
Revamping to shine bright
Proving myself to the might
Every line
I design
Is looking to find
Itself...

Do you really see me
dangling here
behind this silver tear
a thorny knot
a bloody tangle
waiting...

to once again barb

It clings to its bent pole
trying to remain whole
in this tattering breeze
ruffling the huddling dunes

Standing as a warning
in this October morning
clear as the sapphire blue sky
above

But what of this caution
this most dire sign
meant by its design
to capture my artistic attention

Still it seems so obvious
to all but the poet
who sits here bemused
though a bit confused ...

As to the nature
of the threat
still unwilling to bet

if it lies before ... or behind