Graveled Voice

I was thinking the other day about another poet not so long ago another poet that I respect telling someone else that my shorter poems are more like rock lyrics.  That probably comes as somewhat of a surprise to some.  What short poems, right? 😉

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Graveled Voice
by Michael Romani

In the rock salt blast of decadence
Where glowers blossom into transcendence
I sometimes find it wiser to be blind
Than see the mirrored times that I find

In the graveled voice of modern poetry
There is more going on than I usually see
There are too many sleepless nights I've faced
In all the high browed angst that I've embraced

My guitar strings ring out in a tremble
In a wordless prayer for a life more simple
Ringing out for blue skies turning into gray
As the failures of this man are sighed into yesterday

Gentle melodies surface just to disappear
As these wallow into memories of yesteryear
New voices heard beckon into new directions
Unknown and yet felt like karmic connections

Lyrical ideas rendered into voiceless sadness
Repeated kaleidoscopes of painted madness
These intrude like a wrongfully tendered promise
Like an apocalypse of strained compromises

(c)  May 23, 2019  Michael Romani
All Rights Reserved

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Writer, poet, musician, surfer, father of two princesses.
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