Poem: Still

As you read my latest original five-line poem, enjoy one of the songs from The Road soundtrack I’ve been obsessed with as of late.

Haunting and beautiful.

Still

are other brains ever still, like a rock within a rushing river
instead of the stick taken by the current?
the only reprieve comes if the stick catches the embankment,
and even then, one has heard of a stick in mud, but this
belies slow, for the river still continues its onslaught.

Creative Commons image.

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