Thursday, March 7, 2013

Poem Using Patter/Struture

 The Red Dagger

You and whose army?                                                (line derived from Radiohead song of same title)
Sans knives or swords or suits of metal,
Even as I speak calmly,
Your eyes can't seem to settle.

You question my validity,
You seek to destroy the truth of my honor,
You try to see through me,
But all you are is just a goner.

A secrete weapon you say?
I have blades and flames and clubs of steel,
Your fork is made of clay,
So now the time has come to kneel.

Silence steadily grows
And the rose petals softly fall,
And I think of the woes
That cause me and you to bawl.

I might have the sword
And other weapons of man's making,
But your love bored
Deeper into my eternal breaking.



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