Weathering

Weathering

A Poem by alice reed

Take it in, now,

Make it part of your wall,

The wall you’ll keep through the calm and the squall,

Your own iron pod,

Brass buzzing from the fray.

Brief times o’ silence

Keep siphoning away.

So when can I rest?

Need Silence for repairs.

But metal wears thin

And Silence falls away.

© 2016 alice reed


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alice reed
This is the first stanza of a longer poem I'm writing. What do you think?

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Added on December 11, 2016
Last Updated on December 11, 2016
Tags: adversity, wall, walls, storms, brass, stoicism, silence

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