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Joshua Luebke Poem
There is a string from my heart to yours.
Once strong as steel, now dwindled down
to feeble wool.
Frayed.
Tattered.
Eroded into something so simple,
so intricately delicate
that mere proximity can bring torment or alleviation.
Every inch of distance between us
brings my heart to whimper
of the string pulling it from its place in my chest.
Yet our languid disregard for what has become so agonizingly painful
keeps us moving farther away in search of “things”.
Things which can only bring pain.
This pain which, someday, will summon us back together;
Or snap,
Like a too tight rubber band
Copyright © Joshua Luebke | Year Posted 2015
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Joshua Luebke Poem
In these winter days
the king of the north wind
wakes up early to sling his stinging breath
across the ground and between the buildings
of this cold, overburdened city.
we, the peasants of this arctic land
prostrate ourselves before this polar lord
in hope of a merciful breeze.
but this is a murderous king.
one who takes no life into consideration.
one whose armies of currents
burrow their ways into the bodies of strong men
and leave them helpless and immobile.
I say we must facilitate rebellion,
and deny the north wind his pleasure!
let him blow!
let him do his worst!
I will stand strong against Boreas!
stare him down as he struggles
to render me into a pile of ice and snow!
my head will not bow,
and my heart will not waver!
A king is only as strong as his men allow him to be
and we, his men and women
will not follow a king
who will allow us to look him in the eye
with the flames of rebellion melting his icy grasp!
Copyright © Joshua Luebke | Year Posted 2015
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when the walls around us close,
we will sit around our meager light
until it burns into the dirt floor
and becomes a memory
Copyright © Joshua Luebke | Year Posted 2015
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