Terra Not-So-FirmaA Poem by PeteWe are double-edged blades, and every time we whet our virtue the return stroke strops our vice. - Thoreauin an unexpectedly flippant cotillion at the horizon trying to be all that it could be the sky reached down and plundered the sea a firm ground chuckled to itself, "you'll never reach me, i hold the key" as time dragged to strut and flirt oblivious to the widening slit in its own short skirt mountains stretched to try and hug the sky a bloated memory wondered, "who ate the last piece of pie?" an old man dragging a worn shoe asked them all, "why?" yesterday demanded of today, "why did i have to die?" tomorrow laughed as it thought to itself, "you're all living a lie" faith made an appearance but didn't know what to do as it limped steadfast along with one slipper and one shoe © 2022 PeteAuthor's Note
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Added on August 11, 2022 Last Updated on August 12, 2022 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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