Zekowa - an original poem by Andy Loughney
It could go either way
I tip my hat to your scales
And scrape the paint from my nails
That's been dry for some time
It could open the skies
We waste our instructional pain
And bathe in intestinal rain
That's soured by blame and acid
Oh, how could we afford to lose
The cracks that slip between the news?
When all is done
And one has seen
The symptoms pulsing through the grooves
Oh, how might we begin to speak
Amongst our friends, our foes, the meek?
When time lays low
And one moves past
The burdens barring paths to peak
photo by @anarchrysalis
Your poem has a very rhythmical vibe about it. I can't help but bob my head a bit when I was reading. All in all, a well written piece. Great job!
Thank you so much! I really appreciate the insight about the rhythm.