Discord
Discord
with a promise to drink it
when mixed with the ingredients
of “my way,” “my choice,” “my say,”
but the blender will not spin
and the three ingredients stare a me
through confined glass
as if to swim with faith
would drown them.
©--Christina Cowling
1 Comments:
Wonderful Christine, so few words with so much to ponder. This is my favorite kind of poetry.
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