Dark winter morning
Sky lightens to bruised-black-blue
The sun grudges its warmth
Category: poem
Graduating tomorrow
In black: a mortarboard crow,
Do tell — does this murderess
Profess to shine or just show?
Light travels farther than heat
Victory’s born from defeat
I’m still here, I haven’t quit–
Journey a bit incomplete
I count out the syllables
For each line’s meter. I pull
Language for each one, unforced —
Of course — as best I’m able.
Clock’s too fast for writing stuff.
Hours vanish in a smoke puff.
Optimism burns my fuel
It’s cruel! There’s not time enough.
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