bound

a la de da
and twiddle my thumbs
before too long
the day is done

and soldiers sleep
snug in their beds
while children cry
to wake up the dead

and the night is bold
but stocky, too
with a wish that knows
how to capture you

and hold the fear
to a stomach’s reign
for all that’s lost
and never gained

so row row row
your boat downstream
even the dog at night’s feet
has dreams

curl up absence
truth, and mead
all will hear the calling
whenever the angels lead

it’s not for perfect patience
it’s not for gathered dust
but the end of all life’s freedom
is the faith in freedom’s trust

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4 Replies to “bound”

  1. “and soldiers sleep
    snug in their beds
    while children cry
    to wake up the dead’
    The poem open the door to thoughts and things to ponder. This world situation can make us wish for a fairytale ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.

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