Broken Rhyme
03.18.10
Photo credits to Elsie Esq.
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His words flew like wild birds on a break out,
typed haphazardly and unconsciously,
nearly escaping the essence.
Seconds were like hours with his blank mind.
No rhythm, no rhyme.
Like a few solitary reflections thrown on a blank screen
that hoped to ignite his hibernating soul,
who used to create masterpieces in a few lines, yet.
Maybe a dreamer who woke up from a nightmare
that no adjectives could describe.
The keyboard stayed silent for another minute
because his mind got distracted,
but his flame slowly tasted the timber of thoughts
and formed a story within an enlightenment.
Prose won tonight, still, the poet craved for the melody
of what was once created for the contentment of his heart.
About the author: Zorlone
Zorlone, an anagram of my name. A title fitting to this blog of mine. Words are created every time such as blogs created online. This site will showcase thoughts translated into words. Dream. Create. Inspire. Follow me in Twitter @Zorlone or visit me too at 140 Flash Fiction.
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Broken rhyme. Ah, dissonance. Ah, ready your stethoscope and listen well. Some kernels of truth get masked in awful static initially.
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