Clench of the Hand
The clench of the hand
when greed holds a man:
tightly.
Once not in command,
aligned with God’s plan:
lightly.
The battle of will
to hold tighter still:
nightly.
The feel of the thrill
just learning to chill:
sprightly.
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from Poet's Collective, a Lai, with triplets of 5a:5a:2b, 2 per stanza.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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