Elixir Description
Words flow like a babbling brook,
To my home, muse lets me look.
A farmstead by the rush.
Whisper in my ear, ancestor cheer, comedic discuss.
A choice for some, prince or slum.
Forward thinking, and digital dumb.
Can we walk? Soulful spirit and painless run?
Journey end, expedition begun.
One of three, three of one,
To flight, to absorb the here and gone.
Memory and conscience,
Hammer or tongue.
Soulful challenge, to fit or belong,
Codswallop with angelic song.
Pain soup all the way, fire and flame,
Your shine. . . Our shame.
-The Northern Poet-
Copyright © Edward Micheals | Year Posted 2016
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