Wasted Breath
If your verse
is not remembered
Then all that time
was lost
Pretty words
and clever lines
Will melt
like Winter’s frost
If what you say
is subject
To what the wind
will blow
Time better spent
the less you vent
All verbiage
— to forego
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
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Abstract meditation on language, memory, impermanence; philosophical yet grounded in personal artistic anxiety.
Multiple layered ideas about verse, time, impermanence compressed across 16 lines; moderate density.
Predominantly negative: loss, melting, futility dominate; some resignation and restraint philosophy.
Controlled, contemplative pacing with sharp declarative statements; not explosive but purposefully tense.
16 lines total; falls in 16-30 range, mid-length lyric poem.
Simile (melt like frost), personification (wind blows words), metaphor (time as currency); ornamented.
Pure lyric internal voice; addresses reader directly with conditional philosophical statements, no narrative or dramatic persona.
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