Here's a more recent taste of my writing.
I want to see the place
with shattered streets and broken bones.
Don't pamper me with pretty lace
or deafen me in your drone.
Pull me from night
to carry the light,
the light that leads the way,
and bring me all your people who are broken,
battered, and gray.
My loss is of no consequence -
there's nothing I can lose.
Let me help these people
in the way that I so choose.
But if you think perhaps that
I might not do it right,
hold your tongue and save your lung:
I'm in charge tonight.
"Hold your tongue and save your lung" jumped out at me. I like that phrase.
ReplyDeleteA lot of the time, poems with rhyme schemes like this develop a sort of sing-song effect that irks me. This one didn't - I suppose it's a matter of how you handle it.
The trick is to avoid using words that are too familiar.
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