There are the trembled

There are the trembled –
Stone in one hand, wire
In another; there are the
luckless who will find

This game a terrible hand;
There are the clueful buying
A sorry state of clownhood,
A flighty hand that trembles

Late; there are the fruitful
Bland of heart who stuck
Along and trammelled upon an
Acceptable bold; there are

The trembled, grown artful
And slightly battered with
A suitable sun and a clobbered
Moon – there are the trembled.

2 comments on “There are the trembled

  1. mrsorenson says:

    I think you are touching here on what I was touching on in my latest poem, Woven. Tell me if you think so.

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