This willful obedience
To the whirling wheel
Is a sacrifice to the tedious
With dripping words obsequious
And smiles too false
To ignite inspiration
So we dance this sad waltz
Of foot over hand
Hand over foot
Climbing 'round and 'round
Though never advancing
In spite of ever climbing
Observe pushing harder
Down you'll fall all the faster
Landing forgotten
Into that sweet sink
9/23/13
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Typed Word Series
ŞiirWords connect all of us. Through laughter, memories, or ridiculous melancholy, we are what we say and what we write. TWS differs from WWS in form only. These are poems longer than 7 lines, allowing a little more freedom in exploring themes and more...
