My Prayer
The Spirit of Rhythm
In the intervals of every hour,
Every hour fore-lived
To others in oscillation,
It's ease with a tap of a toe.
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There will be days of mental drought,
Lassitude, a sense of ill-sublime.
Breathing tastes like blackberries
Our hearts must beat a vacillating rhythm!
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Time, it wins and grins.
And don't go phishing
In Gravity's waters'.
May Rhythm be with you every step.
About the Creator
Christian Lee
My nom de plume is Lee Arachnid; think: spider-poet. Here you will find non-fiction and poetry. I interweave elements of nature and my personal experience into uniquely crafted stories. I love idleness, Felidae, literature, and soundscapes.
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Comments (1)
This was so profound and powerful! Loved your poem!