Labor Day (poem by KT)
Labor Day
Bronze blades of Gethsemane’s grasses Lay siege to sites erstwhile honored, Oft remembered, but now forgotten. I comb the mottled hill for yours – Obscured by summer’s graying whiskers – And stoop, dumbfounded by memory. The site untended swells soil underfoot As duty drives hands into tangled turf, Tearing away tufts of encircling sod. A glance, and greener grass encroaches. Earth, clutching them close to her breast, Cradles names plotted at sorrow’s behest. I labor this day in spite of time For this one’s name is akin to mine. |
Re: Labor Day (poem by KT)
This one grew on me.
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Re: Labor Day (poem by KT)
Thanks, man.
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Re: Labor Day (poem by KT)
For me, it's hard to discuss poetry, but I like your use of language here. Nice job.
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