oaths on dying light

he’s a gentle giant on a food stomp,
marking his words with a bell and a whistle,
marking his territory with the softest touch of regret,
failing to see where he should be going,
yet mysteriously there come sunset
for him today I admit
wearing one shard of kryptonite
when you walk alone
i’m not here for your food,
your money, your words or your love
i’m here for you


3 Responses

  1. That is a very lovely and very clever poem.

    ~MM – Thanks Paul :)! I wasn’t trying this time

  2. Hello, Mental Mist. You are wonderful, both as a human and as poet. I miss you I just came by to get your URL for my new blogroll. Hello again,

    ~MM – Thanks Paul, I hope so :(!!! WOOHOO, and a Happy New Year to you :)!

  3. Very encompassing, relatable, and faceted. 🙂

    ~MM – Thanks Tomachfive 🙂 !! A happy new year to you!!

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