Friday, December 29, 2006

Moving Targets

Inanities grow wearisome
to mill away the muse
with surface grit that soon abrades my shield;
left raw by jagged odium
I sputter like the fuse
that longs to spark this ordnance I wield.

I always aim to be direct
but dread that fierce recoil effect.

4 comments:

Shirley said...

Hey Bob,

it's good to see you back and writing again.
Hope you had a good holiday.

Shirley

ozymandiaz said...

For every action there is a reaction, eh?

Anonymous said...

Hi there,

I have a inquiry for the webmaster/admin here at averagepoet.blogspot.com.

May I use part of the information from this blog post right above if I provide a backlink back to this website?

Thanks,
Jules

Anonymous said...

Hey,

I have a message for the webmaster/admin here at averagepoet.blogspot.com.

Can I use some of the information from this post above if I provide a backlink back to this website?

Thanks,
Jack