Flagging
grounds
soiling
earth
made
one’s mark
spray-painted
x
below
the traffic
above
the trolls
drip-dried
fade
away
until—
a
braver soul
blackens
space,
creates
their own
or
a
weaker soul
feels
disgraced
spends
an afternoon
or
an hour—
replenishing
their own strength
by
erasing all
the
lines I once drew
Meek on might can be a fright, might on meek is a plight. A balance needs to be had, replenshing of the strength can be a good way, not sure erasing though is the best way to go. And meek can turn to might if pushed just right.
ReplyDeletesmiles...i think on some level we all want to leave our mark....and eventually they do all go away when others come along...
ReplyDeletei like the concept of meek and might a lot, especially about the weaker soul erasing. the persian poet hafiz sez the difference between the artist and amateur is the artist no longer takes a club to what he just created. yours is a good play on that truth. disgrace is a dark concept the weak must deal with. i have battled, and continue to battle, with feelings of disgrace, which lead to self-destruction.
ReplyDeletethanks for the visit to my blog. i'm very glad to visit here...