certainly i would ride into a downpour
enduring pelting on my head
knowing a child waits to be inspired
and i am the agent of that inspiration.
drenched i would accept the outer shell of wetness
when warm and dry the love inside them blooms
grooms them into lovely humans
for others to embrace
yet for ridicule i would stay home
knowing it might sound quite strange
wishing rain would change my mind
whip the wind and come what may
when all to gain would be the same
no benefit from dishonest business
engorged with greedy ulterior purpose
learning language to succeed
not for moral foundation
not for the golden rules
but for the cloudburst of sudden storm
on pilgrims' wandering salvation
the clouds that hinder obsession
remind them comfort for righteous exists
around billowed clouds of heavy moisture
incipient destination for ambitious men's torture
July 3, 2018
www.readingsandridings.jimdo.com
Purchase "Unnatural Beauty; Poems from the Han Riverside" here.
Copyright © 2018 by David Barry Temple. All rights reserved
No comments:
Post a Comment