Hard as Bricks

 

Some of this and some of that

 

Dirt with purpose. Flowers without grain

Do presuppose a lonely ticket

With such an open train

If words say what they are

Than growth shall not weary passing

 

Looking out the window with curious grin

Full content is not at such - linger to spend…

 

 

Brushing away to find the mend

In my doorstep      

The dirt collects and much…

 

But I hesitate…and think my words

Hard as bricks as such

 

           

Reviews

[Blackbirdsong]

I really love the rhyme scheme you use in this...it is subtle and masterful, not clumsy or forced in any way at all.

"Dirt with purpose. Flowers without grain
Do presuppose a lonely ticket
With such an open train
If words say what they are
Than growth shall not weary passing"

The idea of dirt having a purpose...that really makes me stop and think. This is a poem to linger on and then return to.