Tag Archives: Myths

Maundering

Feeling a little down
Pealing out the sound
Everyone else reels
Free verse seems the deal

Snap, snap, snap

Destroying the old myths
Climbing new zeniths

Silence steals my voice
Nowhere near to go
Rhyme is close behind
She’s a jealous muse

Demons ducking death
Deepens depression
Merry making mask
Muscling mania’s myth

Atop the zenith
The clouds roll below
Valleys, hills and plain
Seen through the sun’s shafts

 

© 2012 Michael Yost 1/9