Alaska Sojourn - Poem by Julyn Pride
Inherently it will throw a curve
Even as I stand
At the apex of my cavalcade
That is the frozen Bering shore.
My long black coat,
All that blocks the unforgiving blow,
Wraps more tightly, an oxen yoke
Squeezing out the truth I hide.
Hatred has been my wallowing refrain.
Beside me, there lay 3 downed cups,
Reminders of what I have not done,
Pouring out that lost time as I muse to forget.
Anger and pain has grown toxic.
The winds blast from the Circle.
They press upon my sides to pop
Unforgiveness like a cracked egg.
Solicitously I came to be here,
Seeking the barren aloneness
Of escape from there.
None could care, but the tempest before me.
I am a preverbal bombastic
In all my pompous drivel
To avoid in entirety the heart
I shielded since then.
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