D. Avraham ~ Musings

They fell like Rain

Drops of Truth

Full of Life and Promise

But

The untilled ground was

A Hard Packed Crust

So

They just Beaded

And ran off

Into

Deep Dark

Pools of Despair

That were

Littered

With Shards of

Broken Vessels

He came on the scene

Near the end of the third chapter

Naturally and spontaneously constructed

To find balance

And give meaning

To her chaotic and frenzied narrative.

Perfectly kempt,

Though suitably ruffled

With a measure of ambiguity

And the Mysterious

To keep up the Intrigue.

An enduring character

He seemed.

.
But her muse waned

And he staled

Cracked and flaked

Into bits and pieces

Of redundancy

That was soon

Edited out of her existence

.

The plot thins

To a taught sheen

Stretched and pulled

Over the surface of

Mounds and

Mounds of

Mediocrity.