The Prized Pendulum

The prized pendulum swing like

fair-cornered wings of the wind;

Penitent and perfidiously switching

in the querulous graves-

crowing a litany bit by bit.

But, as time wrenches a ringing

in the round portals of halts and swing,

while the swampy views the tide ebbing,

a new day stayed on bright and tight!

The hoarse shouting at a distance

echoed and shuddered the cant;

But, the perfecity of it all remained

within the limits of unlimited-

the chanting voice's been chained!

They swing up and down bottomless,

swaying like mantle of a small sky;

and the beams had burrows to a try

incredulously counting the catch cry-

crooked as it were like abyss die!

This poem was declared as one of the semi-finalists in May 2002 International Open Poetry Contest and published in an anthology entitled "LETTERS FROM THE SOUL", Library of Congress, ISBN-0-7951-5160-8.