Blogging

Morning rays are a fragment

Crushing dreams as a figment

As I blur time into a moment

Reality marches a movement

A final battle with my ailment

I escape to the webs’ oddment

Clicking scenes in parchment

From basement to pavement

All thoughts run in a segment

As I link my poems for judgment

I also pass my bill as a claimant

Not to a door but to a casement

A piece of this world as payment

Making words an easy shipment

Becoming master as placement

For poetry is life’s own pigment

Coloring a canvas that lie dormant

Ending fate’s own ill-treatment

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