URBAN LULLABY

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JOURNAL # 41

how the city surreptitiously sings
to the urbanite dweller
a tapestry of energetic cosmic rings
circumvent the near tarnished incompetence
of the common man story teller

trace evidence suggests
the sweet outweighs the sting
mission accomplished
appropriates the test
that we are all dilatants
in minor swing
scratching out a more pleasing
tango for ourselves

vernacular verses environment
be damned
love is love
we need no Italian violins
to be played
to put across this general theme
the battlements of life
all fall under one guise or another
attributed to some form of love
love of family
love of life
love of country
love of liberty
love of significant other
yet it's the significant others though
that the love poems
help us to best recall
I.E. ..........HOW DO I LOVE THEE, LET ME COUNT THE WAYS...........
ere ...........SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY LIKE THE NIGHT.........
so .....SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO A SUMMER'S DAY
these are the words we often retrieve and tweak so to somehow
for ourselves better have some memorable say...............
(Nov. 14, 2012 1101am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I can't really explain how this came to me but it has been stalking me for several days now. Finally, all the words came to me and allowed the poem itself to fully be written but I can't honestly say that I really comprehend how the beginning blends into the middle then on into the ending. I understand all three just not their general blending together. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. I'm glad the writing part is over.

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