What's Worth Doing
original poetry
Dis-facility
Silvery tine
of a sceptre resonating
which I must still.
Crowned, the challenges
of a brass kingdom
on a string.
To be yearned for:
to be pursued.
I admire the dew;
its evanescent evasion,
its consort the sun—
inevitably evaporating.
My hands, too,
Rust-stained and rough,
Must one day shine in triumph.
Poetry by
6/27/18
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Photos by
.1 — "Mona Vale Mono" by FireflyPhotosAust [cropped]
2 — "Silver Sea" by Jbrum [edited]
3 — "Silver Footed" by ShadyBlues [cropped]
4 — "Island" by EvaMcDermott [edited]
Difficulty
What's worth doing
does not
yield
its secrets instantly.
