So, I've taken a bit of a long and hard look at life. Here's a poem that sums up my life on Steemit:
Image from Coinnounce.com Article
Steem or No
Blanket wet and thrice thrown off
the midwinter screams the warning
finest silver shines in the waning light
but nothing ventured nothing gained.
Rank on rank of petulant children
soothing themselves with dreams
that never fly above the morning horizon
where the once-dark sky is now purple-stained.
Freeing and fleeing the mounting hounds
that howl and purge their gullets
just waiting like bullets in the chamber
of the Colt .45 Peacemaker to shower down as rain.
Suspicion creeps up as time slows
the wary eyes that squint at the edge
of a cold wind blowing over the mountains
where the once-dark sky is now purple-stained.
Nimble fingers woo the world that camps out
with full-throated screams in the night
by way of a fading light shining off dew
from the storms sweeping over barren, broken plains.
Preaching hope and horror in droves
where the macrocosm is the growing norm
of a society huddled en masse by slow-burn pyres
where the once-dark sky is now purple-stained.
So, now that you've read my Poem, I'd like to see your own interpretation/translation/versioning/artistic imagining/Meming of the poem.
Thank you for taking some time out to upvote, resteem & all that other good stuff.