Chronographs (Coldplay Remixed)

 

The tapers snuff’t, I’ve outpaced rescue’s reach.
Ebb’d ocean’s current I have challenged
And found me dropt to the stance of yield.
O, alms I ask, alms I ask and pray,
serenading…

Hide no longer behind unspoken truths
Face me the challenge of bow and fruit
Unlabeled turmoil
The feral cat awaits chair and whip,
serenading… Thou exist, thou exist

Chaos of one’s mind never-ending

Constricting ramparts, the pulse of the chronograph shall
Return anon and transport you where you reside
I am without means to cease, you know’st,
serenading…

Venture upon the deep that is mine
Fortunes through my fingers jinxed.  Perchance I
Serve as a portion of healing
Or mayhaps a portion of the malady,
serenading…

Thou exist, thou exist
Thou exist, thou exist
Thou exist….

 

Meeting the Bar: Pop Sonnets

Okay, so I’ve already said that I don’t follow directions well.  As I said to my wife just recently, “I can’t color inside the box.”  To which she replied, “And you don’t live inside the lines….”  So, it’s not a sonnet.  Which, yes, it was the challenge.  Sigh.  Anyway, it’s the lyrics of a reasonably recent pop song.  Good luck!