Sweet Confusion

 

 

 

She sits atop a slick canopy

Dreaming of things that could have been.

Musing to herself,

She sings of days when confusion reigns.

Tittering tattering of the cool night’s air,

Thinking of ways how to get there.

She falls to her death

As she grovels and weeps

Trying to earn her salary’s keep.

Confusing is it not

These ballad of words.

How could a person swallow her woes?

She gambles her life away on thoughtless yearnings.

Craving for more of those retained earnings.

Supply and demand the economy screams

Mishaps disheveled her ashen face.

She weeps and moans of wondrous days

When she earns her keep and doesn’t stray.

A life with meaning and certainty

Those jolly days of her accounting ways

She fends off murder of those sly perpetrators.

Screaming intensely at her commentators.

The means to an end of her deserted days,

Summing up on those dividends,

She hurls the book of decadence.

Frustrated she seems for this hardly makes sense

Trying to keep her readers tense.

False words and jumbled thoughts are harsh.

To keep her head from falling apart

Jumbled sentences brought into phrases.

A calming sense of reality

The river flows mighty steadily.

 

Author's Note

I changed the last line. It didn't feel right. Actually even the edited one doesn't feel right either. I've no idea how to fix it.

From "A calming sense of reality
that strives to be a part of life's equality"
yeah it really does sound weird hehe oh well

Reviews

[Jenny Nelson]

I think this piece flows quite well and is cleverly worded. It describes a whole lot of folks... wanting more, not getting it, bemoaning the past, wondering what went wrong and who's to blame. Life's sometimes tought to figure out. Nice write!

[Arthur Crow]

Overall I found this to be a well crafted poem.. the emotion brooding in the lines kept me intrigued and wanting to feel the depths of your expressions. The title is perfect and kind of catchy.