#275 of 365 – “acumen”



we’ll walk the evening

and talk the mile

I’ll scrape the back alleys

for words to compile

I’ll question my motives

work to feel what is real

careful to avoid fancy yarns

for appeal

I am desperate for flowers

thrown up on the stage

ready to dance for them

eager to wage

an all out assault

on this dull empty page

where invisible demons

from my past still rage

but for now I’ll just follow

this line of my pen

and pray that it renders

some small acumen




About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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