Last Resort

Libellule

“Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.” ~ Bukowski

I guess it is my last resort,
when I have no final retort—
no cards then left to then play,
fall back on these poems, I say.

Dashing down a few quick lines,
in the hope that each refines
these feelings that I still feel,
within a life on the eternal wheel.

Not smart enough to be a Buddhist,
not pretty enough to be a nudist,
I simply just settle in,
allow my poetry to again begin.

Capture the trauma on the paper,
witnessed by the melting taper.
I seal up all my doubts in wax,
in the hope that helps to relax

all of the tension in my neck,
clears the chairs off of the deck,
while I watch my Titanic sink—
smokestacks now below this ink.

  • Author: Libellule (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 4th, 2025 07:00
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  • sorenbarrett

    Clever wording in this work. A most lovely picture painted of a poet at work, working out tension in words.

  • Poetic Licence

    Another lovely write of the poet finding ways to make the words work, enjoyed the read

  • Tony36

    Love it



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