gobstopper dawn
frost on the lawn
egg on the table
smooth as a fable
ready for work
for dozens of years
despite all these
efforts
nothing appears
soon we shall speak
soon we shall vote
to decide with
authority
nothing of note.
I have voted today and did feel an air of despair so I can relate to your poem. The form you've chosen suits it well.
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ReplyDeleteIt seems very different to elections of yore.
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