Tajma Hall

Rookie (01-15-1976 / Louisiana)

Quicken - Poem by Tajma Hall

this deadly force
produce winds
the discontent
cord a constant
of other day
we pick the field
a breeze
though the park
is in shambles
a contrast
we pick the pieces
a joy to proclaim
we carry on
the evolving
beat of rain
wheel
pound our face
skull the land
until a night
sleep tight
as starry eyed
the post description
yet mark a future
in driving home
buckle up
can save lives


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 12, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011


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