The Fiddle In Our Riddle Poem by John Sensele

The lens of silence speaks
Balance and its lances blink
The maze of craze kicks
Glasses of glory and gregariousness shrink.

Soft nothings grow numb
Words of love wither
Dare devil moves grow dumb
Spontaneity and its celerity dither.

Fleets of feet fail
Dreams double
Mists and twists of fists flail
Guarantees and their trees grumble.

Fortresses fumble
Feelings fiddle
Mattresses mumble
Doodles decipher a riddle.

Squadrons of sentiments skip a sortie
Infantries of infatuation engage our cider
Decibels in our dialogue throw the party
That murders our riddle rider.

Don't cry for me, my darling
Pluck up courage
Whisper your whims and wishes with a sprinkling
That defies odds and defines your outrage

Cos time for me to go
Time for you and I to part ways
Given opportunity costs you can't forgo
Let me waste no more days

Hoping matters would improve
In our difference in opinion
When rigidity and turbidity prove
A bridge too far to loosen the passion pinion

You vow can't move
Regardless of the pain we feel
Dwelling and swelling the groove
That widens the gap in moments we can no longer steal