When I swerve to pounce
I know! I am sure! I trap it with a single clasp!
Harvest-full my hands are, with precious, rarest cargo.
Yet when I open them, they dangle
bereft and bare.
When I nail it on the board for spread-eagled scrutiny,
its beating heart flutters elsewhere.
Missing the target, pinpricks will render
Superficial shrills into confetti thrills.
No capture, falling, F
Quick shake-off –
nothing but dust –
back in ring to entice and encircle
voluptuous forevers and nevers,
untamed, unbowed, unrepentant.
I always fail.
Is there valour in trying?
Defeat feels anything but…
Next time –
always next time –
the vision will be luminous.
Sounds will surge forth, perfectly aligned.
Here’s to the missing.
It is Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub – and have they got something to celebrate! An anthology of some of the best works of the pub regulars is now available on Kindle and in paperback. Much drinking, merry-making and reciting of poetry will be involved, so do join us there!