There is always something. There is. It's enough to tire me out. Some mornings it hardly seems worth it to gnaw through the leather straps.
Grumpy Now
You told me to walk
on water, said that happens
when I find center,
lift my feathered wings,
hold my beak just so and slim
down for God's sake, please.
That's when I got grumpy. Hmphf!
Written February 9, 2009 9:47 AM
First Posted August 29, 2009
loved this one.... the image and the biting through the leather straps.... and the poem... all of it!!
ReplyDeleteI hurt 8/2/11
ReplyDeleteWith a grimace
Groan
A large grumble
I stomp my foot
Don’t wana
I’m not gona
Don’t havta
I lift my face to the sky
One tear slowly tracing
Gossamer trail flowing behind
I’m tired
Don’t ask this of me
I hurt
Thank you, Harlequin...
ReplyDeleteHey Ment, that's good work.
Thank you, yours as well!
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