Do I want some
unearned victory,
standing atop a pile
of foes who
voluntarily lie prostrate?
I ponder,
sliding my sword
into its sheath
and nodding.
Saturday, July 29, 2017
Poems and Prose #162 - Crag
Enhanced by a
bitter-tasting pill,
I stretch my limbs
and prepare to scale the hill.
When I reach the top,
I plan to finally be still,
then,
and not a millisecond until.
bitter-tasting pill,
I stretch my limbs
and prepare to scale the hill.
When I reach the top,
I plan to finally be still,
then,
and not a millisecond until.
Sunday, July 9, 2017
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