At dVerse Mish is hosting Open Link Night – an invitation to post a poem of our own choice.
dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

“For last year’s words belong to last years language ….” T.S. Eliot (Four Quartets)
Hoping It's Not A Grind Some parts of 21 I'm glad to leave behind hidden in a trunk without reflection, all my feelings astir, some days were a grind. I packed in all the adventures I could find, turning and turning for a new direction, some parts of 21 I'm glad to leave behind. Some parts of mundane I didn't mind, I just don't pursue an energy of perfection, all my feelings astir, some days were a grind. I loved the many times of joyful unwind, sidestepping all the cracks of infection, some parts of 21 I'm glad to leave behind. It's the loss of kindness that I've pined, ever steering round the bollards of reaction, all my feelings astir, some days were a grind. I'm hoping 22 might be more kindly lined, with gratitude I would just take a fraction, some parts of 21 I'm glad to leave behind, all my feelings astir, some days were a grind. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®