midday beat

Feed a rhythm proud to march
how boasting cadence treads to higher ground
exhale
more fiendish arms twisted when alone
switch and vary to avoid the fear, the
weary
Pound on dear heart vessels flow
smooth as silken rivers red
gloaming
thoughts drive the hours passing
trip not stumble distraction left
wanting
rounding the end, the bend
feather blanket of softly falling
rain
cooling, blowing, coating, quench
welcome sight and coat on
shoulders
drives me home on leaden legs
pacing past not fast but now I’m
done

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One thought on “midday beat

  1. All of your poems here show great technical skill and an understanding of the places where craft and art meet. You are a very accomplished poet.

    You are too kind, far too kind, but thank you.
    — Noah

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