THERE IS NO EMPTY TOILING

THERE IS NO EMPTY TOILING

A Poem by STRAND
"

Always walk in the light, lest you be dragged into it.

"

They sometimes align

in the form of brittle statues,

breaking before recognition.

 

Or quiet struggling:

thoughts striving to be thought,

then sliding down the throat,

right before pronunciation.

 

Either way, the day is spent

amid stained cell walls and

various fog-forms hovering.

 

They figure me mule-like,

all the while, floating torsos

questioning, often lecturing.

All get their turn, all bubble up.

 

Disoriented

Everything gets frayed,

so everything gets scribbled:

 

One is a flickering bulb,

dangling above a stairwell.

Another, untrimmed ivy.

But not a flower, never a flower.

 

Honesty in grit, grime and grind.

Just grist for the mill.

Something battered, lovingly.

 

There is no empty toiling.

I know the dignity of work.

Thoughts, poems, all these haunts-

when I rest"we rest together.

© 2013 STRAND


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STRAND
STRAND

Portland, OR



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