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The Coin (1 Viewer)

TheMightyAz

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The Coin


Do I open my arms to the uncluttered blue?
So verify my certain insignificance;
Scowl down at the insects that crawl at my feet?
Elevate my sense of self, through ignorance

Do I free this nurtured will for weather’s whimsied hand?
Scattered like a leaf on the winds of endeavour
Or cosset this heart with walls built from granite?
Shelter my past and hold fast there forever

Do I offer this back to knives thrust there?
For friends and foe alike to see a hand done wrong
Perhaps… I will cast off this philanthropic air?
Cover these eyes; scramble blindly along

Do I cherish this melancholy living at my core?
To celebrate the relative nature of things
Maybe conceptualise this lament as a ghost?
Accept the thinness of the ledge on which it clings

Do I barricade these words behind tight lips?
Keep my own council, let fate slip from these hands
Or offer this coin to the mute disenfranchised?
Spun to the blue for which side it may land
 
The Coin


Do I open my arms to the uncluttered blue?
So verify my certain insignificance;
Scowl down at the insects that crawl at my feet?
Elevate my sense of self, through ignorance

Do I free this nurtured will for weather’s whimsied hand?
Scattered like a leaf on the winds of endeavour
Or cosset this heart with walls built from granite?
Shelter my past and hold fast there forever

Do I offer this back to knives thrust there?
For friends and foe alike to see a hand done wrong
Perhaps… I will cast off this philanthropic air?
Cover these eyes; scramble blindly along

Do I cherish this melancholy living at my core?
To celebrate the relative nature of things
Maybe conceptualise this lament as a ghost?
Accept the thinness of the ledge on which it clings

Do I barricade these words behind tight lips?
Keep my own council, let fate slip from these hands
Or offer this coin to the mute disenfranchised?
Spun to the blue for which side it may land
This one is my favorite of your poems so far...it really resonates with me....
 
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