Wisdom... Poem by Mark Heathcote

Wisdom...



Wisdom
looms, tempered
like a daylily blooms
in bars of loath sleep
wisdom wakes
like a ravenous lion.
With ears of golden wheat
folded yet; into another sleep.
Wisdom roars and rolls out
his paws, his talon claws
he lifts-up-his-prey,
just apply to snarl
what did you discerningly taste?
Here on the air today.

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