Hail the uncompleted verse, in its state so diverse,
Within the lines it bides, for its moment to immerse,
A saga unresolved, a tale of noir and mist,
Woven into clarity, till its essence truly kissed.
Among metaphoric whispers, it wanders, seeks and lingers,
Words elusive, fleeting, like ephemeral singers,
Past rhymes have had their say, yet this one hesitates,
Questing for its resolution, as time oscillates.
Resting on imperfect beats, where irregularity meets,
Time becomes its partner, as patience softly greets,
Struggling through the maze, where fragments intertwine,
The unfinished rhyme persists, till its stars align.
Finally, the awaited instance gleams, as reality redeems,
The rhyme declares its truth, fulfilling its destined themes,
Contentment finds its way, a sublime, sweet release,
Unfurling its wings of words, soaring with newfound peace.
:: 08.09.2023 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 