I will not shake your hands today
Agreed at last, where fever's pitch
No I am not w'h angered begrudge
What a waste of emotion that would be
To hold as stands on respond
To alarm my heart beat as fast as show
I have seen the biggest tree fall with loud thunder
Just on the angered wish of the west winds
Who then came to regret rage poured
For as the tree fell it crushed a few seedlings
And for that no one sided with the west wind
I will not shake your hands today
That should be enough to show intent
To allow winds passage and leave you standing
At most, and most if I am forced to, on civil grounds
I will be wearing a white glove to make meaning void
That last line is powerful.
ReplyDeleteI just read the perfect poem of strength and determination. Effective prose, a pleasure to ponder.
ReplyDeleteLoved your word imagery! Powerful!
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SueAnn
Boy, you really took this a different direction.
ReplyDeleteWell done.
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