An ArpeggioA Poem by FrecklewoodAn arpeggio of wayward notes Plucked by fingers of clay Chromatic chords of bleeding thought Melt atonal black to grey A lonely scale pours liquid morrows Over kidnapped rhyme Beauty and ugliness dance a dirge Across a six string lyre An adagio of timbred time Escapes destiny's throes Through a pentatonic pirouette A thorn begets a rose © Frecklewood 2014 © 2014 FrecklewoodFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorFrecklewoodIsraelAboutI am a pondering poet with a pixelled pen. Poetry is the substance on which my mind depends. I capture emotion in the palm of my hand. I contemplate passions and predicaments of Man I hear silenc.. more..Writing
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