Tasks of Grindstones
Spin
Spin
Spin
Fine powder of flour
Flower,
A smile?
......
Perhaps a sword
Too dull
the rust
Then task the grindstone
Encore
Spin
Spin
The sparks!
Oh stars...
Friction!
Heat!
A sword does shine
And now is sharp
Flower,
A smile?
Yes,
a laugh
A dress does spin
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
How Wonderful: The Poetry of Disjointed Minds
PoesiaPoems for any that are lost. For any that have tried and failed for lasting joy. A humble attempt to comfort and mourn with you through words. For anyone wondering... The cover picture is of a sunrise, not a sunset. I think all the glory is given...
