The Copper Pail

The Copper Pail

I’ve been all through the lines I’ve crossed
Poems half-finished where rhymes were lost
Through notebooks scribed with crimsoned pen
And parchment mired with could have beens

Shards of me on every page
Dancing truths cross paper stage
Of love…
Of lust…
Of mortal sin…
A passioned touch of light within

The crumpled page of love and life
While hues still cling to palette’s knife
I’ve singed the edge of wrong and right
And graced the tinge tween black and white

Never sip from poet’s grail
Where secrets hide neath shadowed braille
The chalice spills its crimson wine
And bleeds in truths between the lines

Perhaps just hiding words unspoken…
The tattered soul the heart that’s broken…
Perhaps unsaid they tell the tale
The crumpled page… in copper pails

Though crinkled pages out of time
May somehow bring to light the rhyme
To dwell in other worldly lives
Upon the wings…
                                  Of dragonflies

Michael33

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