Posted by: Ron DuBour | February 7, 2020

Daily missive for Friday the 7th of February.~by Peter Forster



Daily missive for Friday the 7th of February.

What stays my hand
From lending itself to the reaping
I yield
Sometimes bend
In toleration
Of overreaching
Symbols of destruction
Raining down
Whipped on a feckless wind
Driving recklessly
By degrees
I have withstood
Whether well
Or good
Is far from known
No one survives
Here on their own
Should I snap
Do I fear the breaking
As corn is cut
So we are separated
From each other
Tossed heads
Windblown husks
Are we but chaff
Left from a harvest
Afraid of an exclusion
From the
Gift of festival
When correction
Of misdemeanours
Is made with no allowance
Due diligence
Or process
Is that my reckoning
To be homeless
Virtue or foundation
When the time is come
To be recalled
Am I unknown
Even to myself
Will that be my undoing

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