Pen as SwordA Poem by Alfred Kukitzat the readyPen as Sword Hello in the morning, The afternoon sun sitting patiently Why's start coming around a corner You blink into a blackness all your own Fumbled fingers stretch pass the anxiety of afternoons A dozen good cries sit on the fence of tomorrow Sorrow........joy..........who cares Walk into the feel store Pick up a case of woes Ready now............pen the sword! © 2016 Alfred Kukitz |
StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
|