Collide
Eyes, blue as August sky,
imagination ripe.
Relationship gone dark,
lost in the squeeze and grasp
of grandiose design.
Started too soon
to decree and demand,
lost, lost, all lost
in his head, deep adrift.
Life dictates dream.
Unmoving and angry,
small stamping child.
Goal imprinted on steel.
Went home with the marbles,
imagination, rules--
then lost all in the grief.
His own mind, he destroyed.
April is National Poetry Month. Poetry web sites encourage poets to write a poem a day in April. This is one of my poems.
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