Poison seeping from my bones
dripping into convenient veins
beguiling stomach, heart and brain
till dust and rust are left to call
No hunger nor ache
no sickness nor chain
I have a roof and people to love
a work to pursue, a talent to hug
my mind is not shut
my body not bent
There should be no poison
to savage my soul
Luxury problems,
vanity fair,
when I should be dancing
like Sundays in May
Sculpture Β© A.Tallil
Reblogged this on Spiritual challenges .
Thanky you Maxima for reblogging!
Wow Eva – you should write more poems and publish an anthology π
Jill!!!!!! So wonderful to have a friend and one of my most favourite people on this planet commenting on my blog! Thanks :-). You are the first of my friends to comment π I have written lot more poems (you can click on the red button “More poems” on the bottom of this page and also on the top there is another page with even more poems). About publishing: You know how it is with poetry: the market is small and publishers willing to publish rare. But it is a pleasure to write for people like you who appreciate it, mwuuuaaah!
Sorry I meant it is the red button on the bottom of my homepage saying “Older Posts” as well as the Link on top of the home page saying “More Poems” π
just thought i’d visit a bit and tell you i liked every word of this poem, including the photo of the sculpture. and thanks for liking glide today, the encouragement is really appreciated. π
Poison seeping from my bones
dripping into convenient veins
beguiling stomach, heart and brain
till dust and rust are left to call
wonderful.
Oh thank you! Encouragement from your side very much appreciated too π
you are most welcome, it was a pleasure all around. π