Incomplete

In between the drudgery for hard prose called bread pick up the hum of a pulsating thread string them in mind give them a name frame it in print outline of a poem! It can be raw ripe cored and sweet it can be anything but never complete bitter nut cracked a songbird's tweet the only opening heart's only conduit! It can be anything untimely summer's rain a pain unknown raindrops on windowpane a sigh muted happy memory's fountain tears for losing what would never come again! Hold it for life for all they are worth to breathe out the prose breathe in rebirth in colors and shades tastes bitter sweet a poem that is anything but ever complete!