Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

Fled and Gone

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Fled and Gone – A Lament for Poetry

©September 21st, 2014

By Vijaya Sundaram

 

Poetry seems to have fled

As prose unwinds

Wearily, wearily,

The thread that

Someone, a hero, perhaps,

Takes heartlessly

To the heart of the labyrinth,

Where a bewildered,

Bellowing Minotaur awaits

To be slain

Again, and again.

Poor thing!

And Poetry smiles,

Curling deep within

Her cave of molten gold

Too hot

To touch.

I seek her,

Nevertheless.

Labyrinths and monsters

Though fascinating,

Can wait.

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