Do Not Struggle Go With Ease Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Do not struggle go with ease
Take it to some distance
Make it a curving form to please
With every word's space existence
Dark is single to a night
Feeling sometimes very small
Make it come in close and bright
Dissolved ways of the tall

Never let the sun die
That radiance through your word
Instead let them into flight high
Like those feathered flying birds
Moments may give steepness on
Struggle then and climb again
Soon all their dying will be gone
With their blocks of deep and glen

Be sincere in large distinct
And you will just come on through
Everything here seems linked
The rest is all up then to you
Make your ways in the plural tide
With every drowning and girth
Let other inspirations be your guide
And you have something of worth


*E. E. Cummings once wrote: ‘Do not struggle go with ease’…