Friday last,
I found the nerve,
A dubious dendrite
Dangling in my grief
Like a stubborn kite
In a midsummer's storm,
Flashing razor on her tail
Slicing through the wind
And every norm of propriety;
As the cryptic cord
Wrestled my right hand
And my ambivalence
About letting go;
A battle of wills ensued:
The stubborn kite, glory-bound,
Vs
the grieving son...
And the kite won...
Last Friday...
~ Pablo (#lastfriday)
11/17/2013
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 10:47 AM UTC
Friday last,
I found the nerve,
A dubious dendrite
Dangling in my grief
Like a stubborn kite
In a midsummer's storm,
Flashing razor on her tail
Slicing through the wind
And every norm of propriety;
As the cryptic cord
Wrestled my right hand
And my ambivalence
About letting go;
A battle of wills ensued:
The stubborn kite, glory-bound,
Vs
the grieving son...
And the kite won...
Last Friday...
~ Pablo (#lastfriday)
11/17/2013
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