Hit Me With a Swift Kick
Hit Me With A Swift Kick
Wandering amongst roving clouds of time
often staggering with that precious load.
My memory stuffed full of heart and rhyme
I carry this burden down a dark road.
Poetry demands writing when it calls
fast flood rushes in, all over my mind.
Blasting the words, torrents from water falls
darkness leaps forward to ever remind.
Telling the bad, along with the sweet good
then as if to hit me with a swift kick.
Flaying my sad heart and knowing I should
images coming that seal the wicked trick.
Inspiration flies in my writing ways
don't try to be so damn good and clever
So like selfish prayers in epic, sad days
spit the bad, stop acting like I've never.
So lost in those stubborn, confusing thoughts
Ripped my net, released all fish just caught!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-25-2015
Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables: 180
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
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