The Long Dark Night
We work and we play,
Live in the light,
Rest till
The next day dawns;
Repeating the pattern
Throughout our lives,
Hoping to make
The days better
And the nights easier,
Shouldering the weight
Of more awareness
As we grow older.
Carefree delight
Maturing into
Thoughtful deliberation
As we ponder
Our descent into
The long dark night.
I am a writer of poetry and fiction. I think 'out-loud' here about writing and other fictions.
May 8, 2011
May 4, 2011
State of the Poem
Birthright
I have a right
To a piece
Of the promised land
To my own share
Of the unyielding sand
And the unending strife
To earn my daily bread
By the sweat of my brow
And the fear of history
To rise through righteous
Indignation over the claims
Of my fathers brothers
To number my seed
As the sand where
Our dignity has fallen
To our knees
By becoming what
We abhor
To slay peace
For a place to
Huddle in the sand
To lay claim to
A wasteland only to say
I have a right
I have a right
To a piece
Of the promised land
To my own share
Of the unyielding sand
And the unending strife
To earn my daily bread
By the sweat of my brow
And the fear of history
To rise through righteous
Indignation over the claims
Of my fathers brothers
To number my seed
As the sand where
Our dignity has fallen
To our knees
By becoming what
We abhor
To slay peace
For a place to
Huddle in the sand
To lay claim to
A wasteland only to say
I have a right
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