Did I ever need strength- yesterday,
when horns too sharp nicked skin soft to the touch.
I found it- with mantra and more mantra.
...
I heard it squealing pitiful-loud last night, again and again.
But a blast of thunder woke me- and from my torture saved me.
Alas, fifty years hence, my nemesis it is so real,
...
Church bells tolling- louder this Lord's day,
announcing something big and bold.
'Welcome, one and all, ' the minister greets,
...
We heard the command: 'Get out while you can.'
Should we go? Should we stay?
Almost gale-force lustful winds,
...
Prayerful focus in blue
awash on a cozy speckled pine wall.
Bonded freedom to dream, to do, to be
...
Listening to the whiskey rattle snore
of a brown-eared shih tzu pup
remembering when I needed
such indeterminate sleep and snoozing much.
...
Linda Gantt, native Texan and former college English instructor, writes essays, fiction and poetry- primarily for self. However, of late, she has turned her attention to publication....with RED RIVER REVIEW the latest on-line publishing credit. Linda describes her poetic style as eclectic: a blending of the traditional with the more contemporary conversational. Her poetry subjects/genres include eroticism, romance, and social commentary. Additionally, a graphic novel she has almost completed...and the " right" publisher she hopes to find for her story of love, loss, and renewal.)
Going Toward Strong
Did I ever need strength- yesterday,
when horns too sharp nicked skin soft to the touch.
I found it- with mantra and more mantra.
Did I ever need strength- today,
when horns prodded and almost embedded.
I found it- with mantra and more mantra.
Tomorrow? Will I need strength then too?
Always, I fear, he lures me naked and downward.
I'll find it- with mantra and more mantra.