At twilight I plucked the twigs in a gossamer trap, <br />It hummed the most mournful of nocturnal airs, <br />An entrapped cicada droned grating sounds <br />As it wriggled to be freed from its cage of lace. <br />On the forest floor small frogs whistled shrilly <br />While scurrying rodents made crunching noises <br />On rotting dried leaves glistening with dew. <br /> <br />The night sounds brought to mind sad verses from the past, <br />Resurrected from the depths of long forgotten episodes. <br />The haunting euphony of twilight sounds stirred anew <br />The pining for lost loves that were thought long gone. <br />Oh how I poured my heart then in a beggar's bowl, and <br />Tore my soul like a penitent's tattered rags, <br />How cruel of you not to have seen, nor felt, nor heard <br />Pleadings from a lad feverish with love's contagion. <br /> <br />I look back and remembered making a vow, <br />Not to embarrass and humble myself at such a low. <br />No more will I mewl nor whimper for hurt, <br />No more maudlin verses wallowing in mush. <br />But then, in this dark and soulful corner of twilight, <br />Memories are like shafts of light sharply beaming <br />Asserting their presence against my resolve, <br />Shameful outpourings reluctantly remembered, verses <br />That should have stayed locked in strong metal boxes.<br /><br />Eddie Roa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shameful-verses/
