this is a funny little poem I wrote after a struggle with the lawnmower. Hope it gives you a laugh.

 

 

Three wheeled heathen lying still

Your blades malice and scrutinous of me

 What is it I did

For you to fail, break, and splutter

For me to not achieve,

Is it war  we  are at over a lawn

Ridged and crevassed like a river bed

You shall be left in the dark,

And still and lifeless

There is no love to be lost on the emeralds verge piss-yellow

There is nothing at all.

It is why you shall be left forlorn and uncaptained,

Leaning like something wounded

And by 'morrow, after dawn

When my rheumy eyes do open

And I step to my view and see,

you shall be gone

Stolen, by some creature of the night.

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If you didn't mention what inspired you to write this, a reader could really walk away with this as an analogy of a broken heart. A fight with a loved one. A battle with life. An eternal struggle.

 

I love poetry that is open for interpretation. That's how I roll!

 

I really like it…and knowing what inspired you did make me smile!

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