Thursday, July 14, 2016

lost some enthusiasm
when i saw how much suffering
i caused when i had enthusiasms

i imagined like being
on some rare boat down a gilded stream
adorned in bejeweled molecules

with dignity the role i could play

but after a rest and reappraisal
i saw the keenest new thing

i floored it

taking a swing at the moon
figuring to fix what breaks




Deborah Carmichael said...

Ah, I'm so impressed with this piece. So real, slightly raw and yet beautiful.

CM said...

It kind of goes along with the poem you shared.

Deborah Carmichael said...

Yes, I thought so. In fact, the one I shared was inspired by this one.