Friday, March 13, 2015

POEM: "Dust"


With one chance it will 
ever see bright light
the golden countryside 
is only romantic
to those who never lived 
there in winter.
Today is far from war. 
We fight every day.
Father, the best war 
happens in peace.
A daydream may get 
loose, land in a tree
fighting memory, daylight 
saved from itself
win against win, the 
clock fixed, wound back.

© 2015 Rob Schackne

painting: Luo Zhongli, "Father" (1980)

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