Good morning, everyone. New poem with a motif you may just recognize. I sincerely hope y’all enjoy. Please let me know if you like it in the comments below! Without further ado…
Were It Only That I Had an Axe
Whispers again in the wind,
back behind your ear,
around the corner,
and just out of reach.
Like the hunter in the forest,
I strive
to survive
and to thrive,
yet so lambasted as I am
by cacophonous murmurs,
I become dismayed, disarrayed…
Erstwhile duties,
now in stated dereliction,
distress one distraught mind
so taken by dalliance and drudgery
that derogation might duly develop.
And from a seed,
does a simple sprout stretch and swell
into a great tree
now casting its great shadow
across all your ancient truths.
Were it only that I had an axe,
if only to cut through the noise,
for now it feels that I
can no longer see the sky.