optimum

[cacian]

the pessimist
he mumbles
trips
on bravado slips
you could almost
hear the words
approach
a junction grits
gradient tips
linenant
hopes
a smile
would poach
any reaming
urch
and the feel would
purge
to a better urge
splendid
is merge
la vie can lurch

[PeterL]

All the best to you.

[Mohammad Ahmad]

Hi Cacian
well you do, I see glimmering lines but let me share with you these following lines at once I write
Don’t be a priest
But to my bird a nest
And I opened my fist
To rest
At an island of mist
Up to my wrist
Shattered pieces of schist
I don’t know whether,
Is it West or East?

[cacian]

PeterL thank you for reading :)
Mohammad what can I say a nice altogether piece especially the last two lines they are right up my streets :)