Rising Soul Poem by Edwin Robinette

Edwin Robinette

Cumberland, Maryland

Rising Soul



Insideous pockets of depleted air
Scattered throughout shifting soil
Noting a brim of mental reflection
I no longer wish to toil

With extreme provided wisdom
I play a brand new game
Spitefully, I bide my time
In effort somewhat lame

Eventually, I win no war
With slow deliberate pace
No task left of unfelt indecision
I leave without a trace

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Original Unknown Girl 18 March 2008

Great poem, love the last stanza, good rythmn to it. HG: -) xx

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Edwin Robinette

Cumberland, Maryland
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