"toughenings" poems
Tilts and toughenings.
A fort under siege,
A surge upon itself,
Embattled. Imperiled
Within.
What days have past
With some peace,
In nothing but a song?
Fortified with mud,
And fools penetrate.
A break.
The breaking of late,
Warts entwined with blood.
Their stems growing long
And won't cease,
Given their past
Within.
In battle, in peril,
The reach of the self
Can't fashion a bridge.
Toughenings are tilting.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 3:28 AM UTC