Due Debts

At times this beat is so intense
I simply have no good defense
So must I sit and use the pain
To find the words within my brain
That hide with such success
My temper flares once more I'm free
To walk away again

The words were there an hour ago
'twas whilst I mowed the lawn
An ode about the hidden cost
Of freedom to us all
A debt we own responsible
To those who stood and
Understood and paid their dues
It comes as freedom's price to you
To squander if you choose

The only thing that's ever been
The chance to win to use your time
Beholden just to individual trust
'tis all we earn the words return
I'm in a garden once again
Older growing weeding words

Reviews

[Gandré]

The words were there an hour ago
'twas whilst I mowed the lawn
An ode about the hidden cost
Of freedom to us all------------------------------> I liked this part very much. I admire it for its audacity how it speaks from to me how thoughts from far away are returning just by experiencing your garden, it has an architecture which is mirroring itself in nature, that's always so beautiful about your poetry. You are original within yourself, that's I like, too.

[Sel Whiteley]

To those who stood and
Understood and paid their dues
It comes as freedom's price to you
To squander if you choose

To weave such passion for an existential, purposeful life with the simile of words planted. I adored this, there was yet again your mastery of sound, your flow and your direct language. You really capture this feeling of someone mowing their grass and then coming in and forgetting words. Somehow, I am seeing my Grandad come in wellies and lumberjack jacket to sit in the house after a hard days toil to tired to recall his words. Another stunning write.