Poets
POETS
Seems we be a restless,
often rootless, band
we poets.
Annuals
bursting forth
in fullness
only to fade,
blown away
on fickle winds.
Stringless kites
anchored
in the ethereal.
Voices adrift
on the mind’s
muse.
Tumbleweeds
in torment
pursued
by the winds
of our future.
©2/18/2018
submitted to – CONTEST NO 400
sponsor – Brian Strand
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2018
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