Stuck In Staccato
You tumble up and down, flailing arms and thrashing legs
You topple from airless heights and stagger from lousy caverns
You have a clear voice that captures attention
Every muttered curse seems as lilting sonnet
With a single word, you cast, lure, and catch
Your eyes are sharp
You move fast
You search with thickened, graceless fingers
You go in deep
But come up empty
You need no shadow
Clipped though you are
Choppy though you live
You seem to survive
Your notes are bright, but your key is haunting
Stuck, stuck,
Stuck in staccato.
{as though straining to catch mercy}
You topple from airless heights and stagger from lousy caverns
{never content}
You have a clear voice that captures attention
{your best attribute}
Every muttered curse seems as lilting sonnet
{however far from poetry it may be}
With a single word, you cast, lure, and catch
{your fish never are as brilliant as they first seem}
Your eyes are sharp
{as a grappling hook}
You move fast
{as though on the run}
You search with thickened, graceless fingers
{clumsy from cold}
You go in deep
{you were good at that}
But come up empty
{it’s not as though you wanted them anyway}
You need no shadow
{though there were many volunteers}
Clipped though you are
Choppy though you live
You seem to survive
{though sometimes just surviving isn’t enough}
Your notes are bright, but your key is haunting
Stuck, stuck,
Stuck in staccato.