Oodle Agreed

In the time of darkness, odes to the oodles sum to me
My liveliest hour turns a fickle minded sickle
and all the reticent upheaval peeps at me

So I harp a cave in crippled rhapsody –
all that ends well oozes the calamity

The raves of the ripples dance to agree
The free jibe triples, yonder it means

To rhyme troubled times in seventh symphony
Like clouds in a beaming incline –
all the spirals swimming simply


© Prateek Joshi and WordPress, 2017-2018

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