So there are unfinished breakfasts <br />paths choked by acid of accusations <br />china stained grey by your bitter adieux <br /> <br />fish-scale of a cold stare <br />almost an ingrained ingredient <br />of many our gourmet meals <br /> <br />There are half finished sentences <br />barbs of whose alphabets herald <br />all virgin conversations and…. <br /> <br />There are missed heartbeats <br />a grip of fear permanently situated <br />on the neck of unformed words <br /> <br />There are reasons for the dense forest <br />of absurdities; there is philosophy in the <br />mindless mire of our shared obstinacy <br /> <br />this love we once celebrated <br />If rediscovered: ravishing <br />vanishing: if unobserved <br /> <br /> :) My gratitude to Wardha for giving a whole new meaning to this mangled, disparate and derelict assemblage of alphabets that I’d sent to her for tweaking. Thanks so much Dr Sahiba. Thanks to Francesca's Literature Teacher for inspiring it initially.<br /><br />Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-have-we-become-4/
