Iamb and
Ku
I
strolled amidst the gale-force winds and cold
Cheeks
blush, red tinged, I sought an ancient soul
Once he’d
held sway on topics varied wide
Sought I
the place where Ku had gone to hide
“Ho! Ku!”
I broke the chill with greeting warm
“Awake!
Return to your once glorious form!”
Then
stirring came and crackling leaves were heard
“Who has,” it growled, “my pleasant sleep disturbed?”
And
seeing me a smile crept to his lips
I feebly
waived with frozen fingertips
“It’s been ages, Iamb
This place is quiet without you
I suffer silence.”
“The
noise and fame are overrated sure
But
people clap and clamor wanting more”
“Always has the world
chosen new ways over old
at its own peril.”
“I doubt
the world will its own peril see
For rhyming
is the one true poetry”
“My tired has deep roots
Nourished by reckless choices
I leave you now”
He sank
once more beneath the brush and sighed
It seems
the world has left old Ku behind
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