These tines, thresher’s sledge
gouging flesh, tearing
chaff from stalk in one
smooth strike. Plundering
periphery has
its benefits; as
empty hulls fall to
the earth, seeds awake
to freshly ploughed soil.
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Tag Archives: rising above circumstances
After
After tears, a grin,
after loss, a win;
as hope soars on love’s wing,
after winter, spring.
After darkness, light,
after stumbles, flight;
as battles fought are won,
after rain blooms sun.
If I Could Climb
If I could climb the tallest tree,
escape the ooze of earthen sea,
and reach my heart right up to You,
I’d climb until my lungs were blue,
’til hands and feet were worn to bone,
’til inmost soul was not alone.
That Dang Slang
You can be a stick-in-the-mud, and rain on my parade,
Or pelt me with more lemons as I make my lemonade;
In trying to hold my horses, you’re wet blanket to my growth,
And pooping on my party while my heart is under oath.
You thought you’d burst my bubble when the dust settled for good;
But your hand was in the cookie jar, so now – knock on wood –
I’ll cool your jets by blooming well, rising above it all,
‘Cause where there’s smoke, there’s fire, and I built a firewall.
You bragged that I’d be pushing daisies, six feet under sod,
But I’ll not slow – watch me pass ‘Go’ – I won’t wait for your nod!
Learning How to Fly
You hold yourself aloft,
You breathe a higher air;
The lessons learned in hard knocks class
Have earned you points to spare.
The troubles of the plebians
Down where the lowly lie
Don’t touch you now, you’re too highbrow,
You’re learning how to fly…
