Poems

Peace & Art

Equilibrium arrives
with heavy eyes
after a thorough day
made steady
with executed tasks
and quick bits of athletics

We chat,
we spark,
we say our peace
and make our art,
we run around
and then sit down,
briefly
together
but mostly apart

After the mania
has stirred
and I’ve spread the word,
I light my sticks
and slide my cards,
barely able to recall
at all the desperation
or isolation
of harder days before
now that my paranoia
has retired

 

(c) ruthnineke 2019

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