Vaguely Through a Window
- Sebastian Jack
- Sep 18
- 1 min read
Updated: Sep 20
his NOTES TO SELF were imprecise
a laundry list of sunlit blear
for reading favourite chapters TWICE
with skies uncloudy, glass unclear
the UNEXAMINED life is not
a one worth living, knights he found
around the table, LANCELOT..
his armour stripped, unrobed, unbound
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a BOOK half-writ in cursive quilling
mythic stories yet unpenned
unpublished chapters quite unwilling
fit within the CURRENT TREND
of SAVVY TALES that all could love
their populism sharp and bright
our boy, his words, made folly of
the LEADEN EARTH.. embracing flight
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“If in your eyes, I’m FAR too dimly
lit with faint and fuzzy dreams
if sing off-key with message GRIMLY
twixt the lines as verses seem
be in your face like AUTUMN MOON
finds light on cheeks, a tasty glow
of stars I stir with sunset spoons
are rhymes YOU FEEL if cannot know..”
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a morning lost to MOMENTS MOSTLY
forging songs as inking psalms
on paper wet, composer ghostly
buries HYMNS and MUMMIES.. calms
the SAVAGE BEAST within his heart
if unawarely lives between
the hours 10AM and start
of MIDDAY, mid his ribs and spleen
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“I’ve not a lot to say, I BARE
regarding how I piece my years
together, STITCHING fabric rare
with finest threads and pinking shears..
ALLOW ME FLOUNDER here ‘til find
the syllables for making sense
of murk that is this AUTHOR’S MIND
seems fragile, failing,” his defense
-
forgive our MINSTREL NE’ER-DO-WELL
like you, I find him quite confusing
yet, will almost always sell
much better when he’s NAKED musing...