Battle of the Brain
Soul at ease to bruise the mind
eggplant purple, verbatim green
Resting insults once alive
in riddles, screaming to be seen
On divans out on the porch
wasting feather's air
to be cooled on battered thoughts
we never knew were there
Sipping punch out in the sun
wrestling on the ground
with some bold "what might have been"
that always hangs around
It seems that when the soul's at ease
we should bolster strength
for in this rest an active brain
will lend debate at length...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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