Capture

capture poem

Spoken Word

 

Another day, great deed
Flits across the dry expanse
Of imaginations irrigated
to produce crop in time
The weather is master
The water, merely the prayer
Heroes, how they often bend
To the seasons!
The might contained in a fist
Pales to the strength
Embedded in the caress of
Winds helping to turn the earth
In time we might all know,
Be quenched by prayer

 

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Lord Bison

Jazz-soaked spirit running circles around despair...or something like that. Really. Lover of words, lover of being in worlds free...just...free. New Yorker, artist, Virgo besieged by airhead tendencies akin to Libra moves. Bronx is home base. Began an obsession with writing at seven and twenty-odd years hence, still at it. Enjoy/love/hate/be bored/appreciate to your heart's content. Or something like that. http://www.lbisonartist.com

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