POETRY AND ART / The Direction I Walk in the Morning
The Direction I Walk in the Morning
My left leg is longer
Than my right
To move forward
The sun burns a fate
On the bend
Of a stick.
Fatigued I am more
Than a twitch
Or an imbalanced end.
I am turned foreign
With hands to give aid
To the skeptic.
The numbers I’ve written
On my arm
look like tattoos.
Someone describes
An idea they found
In the past.
I am certain my doubts
Define my religion
Too near.
This melody plays
In a loop
Crashing cymbals.
Is this poetry or not?
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Good work Thank you for sharing with us @beginningtoend
resteem
Thanks.
you welcome friend
so deep I can't dig some of it but it is good. It is also tell us the way you think.
Thanks, my thinking is often obscure.
good post @bijoy123
Thanks.