Life Alone In One Skin
Life Alone in One Skin?
It’s a struggle for some, life alone in one skin,
(that confuses the best!) What’s it mean then to win
if a victory’s rote, like a verse memorized
with an audience pared down (to one authorized)?
To give ‘Clap’ to oneself rings of social disease.
Can the right warm left hand of life swinging in trees
or a rhyme sound as sweet that lacks musical heat?
Hear my song of four eyes, two that watch while I drink.
Two that work while I’m ill, that show grace when I think!
Two that flow with life’s seasons, resisting pain’s plight!
Who can blame me (my hope is, I sweeten their night)?
So as rhyme that might miss (as a chord less than true),
may love find, in God’s will, love less distant from you.
And life’s chocolate, flavored (at best) bittersweet!
Krakatoa Kritic #007
February 14, 2022
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