feet of clay

feet of clay

memory street
are red lights
-- I've run each one

as clay of my feet
becomes stickier
disdaining at times

-- the very ground

gravity ~ gravity
pulls the clay
lovingly -- clay

resists.

vcp

29 December 2014




Poetry by Victor
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Written on 2014-12-30 at 00:08

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And who doesn't have them? Feet of clay make us human and all humans must live with our regrets. Nicely penned. Thanks for sharing with us again.
2014-12-30