Time for another poem, shining a light on our times and the challenges and opportunities that they present.
Beleaguered
You have ever been
My endless work in progress,
My tiger’s den:
A non-erasing nub
Protruding from a
Pencil stub;
A spiral posing
As a circle, swirling
Out from closing;
Defeat and ashes,
Now demanding,
Cuts and gashes;
My siren song
Demurring,
Harping “wrong!”;
Endless query,
Obsessing murmurs
Hard and airy
Beleaguered.
“I can be alone without being lonely.
In fact, those times of solitude are
necessary respite for a beleaguered
soul, set upon by the pressures of
life. I need to take whatever
moments I can to just be still.”
-Steve Goodier-