Gershon Wolf Poet Suzette Prime

Into Its Mocking Belly

the wind
breathes harshly
against my tired face

it tells me I'm finished but I keep going
on -- plodding, plodding 
onward into its mocking belly

if you're not moving forward in life
you're moving backward

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W.A. Cholt January 29, 2019 at 2:25 PM We all know this feeling. Nicely summarised in this fine poem. Gershon Wolf January 29, 2019 at 8:27 PM Gee, and I was hoping that you might be on holiday in Hawaii or some such. Oh, well... :) gw

Caren Krutsinger January 29, 2019 at 4:52 AM I see you have the Chicago winds today; we have a touch of it, and it feels like the Arctic in Kansas. "its mocking belly" - you are right. Onwards or backwards. Your choice. Well done. Gershon Wolf January 29, 2019 at 8:25 PM Your comment says it all: "Onwards or backwards," indeed! Thank you, Caren! :) gw

Line Gauthier January 28, 2019 at 10:06 PM Good one, Gershon. Gershon Wolf January 28, 2019 at 10:24 PM Thanks much, Line. Appreciated. Hope you like the form. :) gw

Mahtab Bangalee January 28, 2019 at 10:02 PM beautiful poem as well as last line. "Do or Die"- come forward otherwise backwardness drag you in digging pit!///enjoyed Gershon Wolf January 28, 2019 at 10:23 PM You are absolutely right. Thank you for your feedback and your sage words! :) gw