Poetic Peace

Posted on August 16, 2011 | 8 Comments

A call for help heeded not
Poetic peace be with
Strangled by this heavy yoke
Fashioned on the stith

Staggering with this load I pull
This giant monolith
Poetic peace without,
This load is not a myth

His daughter’s virtue still intact
Though we laid down in the frith
Poetic peace ne’er be mine
Be damned this old blacksmith

© 2011 Michael Yost

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8 responses to “Poetic Peace”

  1. TheMsLvh | August 16, 2011 at 5:07 PM | Reply

    You have such a way with your words…love it!

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  2. Sharp Little Pencil | August 17, 2011 at 4:48 PM | Reply

    Michael – dark, otherwordly, yet timeless. What a picture you present! Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/08/17/strolling-we-write-poems/

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  4. Jamie Dedes | August 19, 2011 at 5:52 AM | Reply

    A dad is a dad is a dad!! Nice work … 🙂

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