Friday, September 07, 2018

Some days,

I am a brute
Grunting through my brutish day
Breaking them stones with my might,
That I pick up and carry through the night

And some days,

I am poetry in motion
Spinning on their heels, my burdens, they
Jump at me and I lift them high
To glory that carries me through the night

3 comments:

  1. Ay, welcome back! Wonderful words.

    Remember me?

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