2 Poles
There are times I open my mouth
and years of bile threaten to spew out
wide as a house
a mile long
green with the rage and weakness
of decades
Other times I open my mouth
and nothing but peace comes falling out
huge as a white hole
an eternity long
clear with the silence and power
of wishes
Bouncing back and forth
ponging between poles
the game always goes on
April 6, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's sixth entry "Pot au Fou".
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