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fetish for gildings

by Jo Halliday

taking a stone, have potshots at the stone,
or an iron ball. In grime and sweat,
find your being, and in aiming endlessly
keep your fire alive. Citing law,
hang men; crossing out the marks of chalk on trees,
burn the memories. Quoting the ever-flowing river
that gurgles past your words,
mock at the time and become its plaything. Forget,
a heart beats, a song sings, a moon comes and kisses the sea,
and love lives; forget, and write in bold to survive.

10/26/2010

Posted on 10/26/2010
Copyright © 2021 Jo Halliday

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/27/11 at 04:19 AM

There is something about this litany that makes me consider what I do and what I could do. "write in bold to survive." - now there's a thought to live by.

Posted by Lori Blair on 11/28/11 at 12:18 AM

"In grime and sweat, find your being, and in aiming endlessly keep your fire alive." Most Exceptional! What more could I ever say? :)

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