Poem: Boulder King

Creative Commons photo.

My latest original five-line poem and it was inspired by this delightful little piece of classical music:

Boulder King

my brain has become a kind of boulder
even Sisyphus would struggle to roll,
but each morning, I mount its stem to
reach a state of consciousness, bracing
for the harsh winds of existing.

3 thoughts

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s