Blessed is the gift of forgetfulness
Each generation shall surely refresh
With hoary optimism springing afresh
To chart again culture’s steady regress.
Silence accepts, absent solid discourse,
While eyes cower bitterly in remorse,
Birthing fearful looks of doubt scanning round
For a champion to argue high ground.
Tyranny offers only lies and force
To forge an iron path for culture’s course.
Liberty brings a lovely, lonesome light
That tyranny labors to snuff to night.
Blessed is the gift of forgetfulness
So, tyranny may shackle with darkness.
regress--
embrace the shift
deem like a paramour
07.08.16
For Silent One contest
"A Response to..."
That
one step
back
saved me
from stepping over
the mark
for that
I give eternal
thanks.
This paper in front of me,
stares at me,
I return the stare vaguely,
I have ideas,
that need to travel,
the distance to paper,
My pen is willing,
but hand is not,
wrists ache,
as more ideas,
come clamoring,
for escape,
I am making effort,
to queue them,
in discipline,
they areclimbing,
from all over,
in pell mell,
poor paper,
sits worthlessly there,
waiting for me to give it dress,
and give it value,
its only fear is that,
a writer like me,
may not tire soon,
and simply regress.