I choked on a fossil
In my Monday breakfast bowl.
That fundamental failure slid
From my spoon into my soul.
The artifact was floating
In the morning’s milky murk
The flaw I thought I’d buried
Was excavated, forever lurks.
MaKe YoUrSeLf At HoMe
PoEmS bY tHe MoNtH
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pSaLm 119:32
"I run in the path of your commands, for you have set my heart free."
tag, you’re it
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From my favorite poet:
“I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings.” ~Mary Oliver
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Carol Ann Hoel
Ha! Cute poem. You have my sympathy if that happened to you. I had an experience worse than that, so awful that I hesitate to write it down. I’m trying to recover. My trust level has been violated on this subject. Blessings to you…
jacsprat
You never know what unpleasant surprises Mondays can bring…
Caddo Veil
“Forever lurks”–I have a feeling that’s a layered phrase. Another great poem!
jacsprat
When one of my professors kept saying the phrase “fundamental failure,” I knew I was going to have to work it into a poem somehow…and I did during his class. 🙂