PENCILED LINES

PENCILED LINES

A Poem by Bill Grimes Jr.

A wounded Bobcat

Always circles back my friend

To the lair of his attacker

He comes raging from behind

His fierce and focused eyes

See no penciled lines

Hell bent on revenge

Reality showdown

Restless thrashing

Side to side

Sleep evades me

My weary mind is fried

Taste buds dancing

With a viscous appetite for change

Some call my dreams of flight

Deranged

Lack of social graces

Wanderlust arcane

My breath

Thick as coastal fog

Slowly creeping in

Devouring

A rocky Maine shore break

Wisdom

Hard earned and gritty

Echoes over time

The word man hones his rhyme

Art

Has never been a crime

 

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2011

 

 

© 2011 Bill Grimes Jr.


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Wisdom

Hard earned and gritty

Echoes over time

The word man hones his rhyme

Art

Has never been a crime

...............good lines , I liked very much. With regards.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Bill Grimes Jr.
Bill Grimes Jr.

Madison, AL



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