PAD Challenge 21: For today’s prompt, write a protest poem.
You
move through us without motive
My,
but how you steal our breath
Easing
from the tree each votive
Where
life always ends in death
Time,
don’t be in such a hurry
My,
but how you steal an hour
While
we laugh, love, weep, work, worry
You
ease petals from the flow’r
Giver-taker,
thrill and torment
My,
but how you steal our days
Never
settled for a moment
Where
your prelude-postlude plays
Time,
don’t hasten your precision
My
but how you steal a year
Never
slowed by indecision
On
this road of now and here
Never
deterred by our pleading
My,
but how you steal a life
Drawing
us from want and needing
Where
your kiss cuts like a knife
Time,
don’t let us lose our hunger
My,
but how you softly steal
Until
curse and holy wonder
Are
silenced beneath your wheel
©
Janet Martin
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