A Monument
Holding the pencil
In my hand
I tighten it
And lift it high over my head
Towards heaven
And with love and anger in my heart
I thrust it downward
Lead first
Into the earth
Until it stands on its own
One with the earth
A monument
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
