Photo by Brooke Cagle on Unsplash I married my small town There was no shotgun I had a way out & My youngest son was set When faced with a choice of flight & hoping to find you While hoping you would find me I chose love & sacrifice over poetry Truth is though poetry never left Never will leave Moves as I move But I may have sacrificed Any chance with you I was not afraid to risk All my coin on a pitch & toss Then write 10,000 words That makes a gain of loss I just couldn’t tell what was true You seemed to prefer your solitude Aside from that There was a need A weight that fell Upon some I love There was no providence coming Other than what these hands With what I had in my hands In my heart In my mind With my choice This is not to say no one cared It’s just that it’s ruggedly Individualist out here & the trickles Never get anything close to Raising our boats Some wo
nice...all in your head eh? the second stanza is a zinger theron, really well writ...
ReplyDeletesome interesting taxi rides... nice poem!
ReplyDeleteNice imagery, Theron.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I've ever had a pleasant cab ride...
and if they had only known who they were riding with.
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I love how you bring it together... in your head
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