Heads bowed and eyes closed,
Or at least staring down one's nose.
Thoughts run wild, focus is scant,
But appearances kept, backs remain bent.
Lists of concerns of great import
Fall on ears numbed by the weekly report.
Tired eyes find good excuse
To remain closed and unused.
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When did you start writing poetry? This is great. Its words are few but it sparks thoughts that extend very deeply and cover many, many years. So in that respect, it accomplishes what only great poetry can.
ReplyDeleteBeen writing it for awhile, but it's only occasionally worth sharing. I wrote that one during corporate prayer at our church, as I couldn't focus on prayer.
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