Thursday, April 23, 2015


My ears began to buzz
and I became chagrined
alert to any inkling
of atavistic twinkling
but it was just the wind
complaining like it does;

sufficiently removed
I resisted every urge
to seek intercession
for each past transgression
and tried my best to purge
the need that truth be proved.


Anonymous said...

Visiting during the #blog challenge. Love poetry and admire your work. I write fiction. What would we do if we couldn't write.

rch said...

Go nuts! Thanks :-)