Happy Random Acts of Poetry Day!

Here’s a new poem for you:

I meant these words to leap
to tell a month’s joy in glorious detail
it seems they are too much like me
turning pages of stabbing lines into the heart of it
which exaggerates the sagging truth dragging
itself through my faultlines
ripping the ragged edges
dipping a finger to the clear horizon
of parchment unwritten upon
tempting a new crack to break the view
until letters tumble back to the safe
zone of okay     let’s go
a word at a time tip-toeing the line
whispers hiding as shouts
to keep down the noise
the push    pushing through a burning dawn.

© 2015 by Robin A. Sams


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