Splintered Edges

I’ve written everything I’ve wrote splintered edges, leaky boat wrote and wrote and still there’s more sweat stained, cracked but trusty oar penciling in and out of shore I’ve cursed the sun, welcomed the rain beneath the bridge became the train challenged the rapids of my mind unraveled secrets still entwined within the eddy, swirl and rush of purging flight and endless fall forever rainbows joyful pall enveloping both wit and pen of poetry’s oft splintered whim John G. Lawless ©1/14/2022