Poet's Plea
Poet's Plea
I pray not to carve sculpture
whittled by a frenzied rupture
Which, like a portent fist
bollocks to shard all the gist.
Instead, Oh Greatest Lord,
I pray for gift of a kind Word
swinging not like a dry sword;
That, perchance, it may drift
Like of a selfless spendthrift
Spirit of the wretched to uplift!
31st August 2013
Copyright © Joseph Matose | Year Posted 2013
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