Wednesday, December 20, 2017

A rolling stone

Poems by Jen Hunt 1/26/14

A rolling stone
gathers no moss
But only a still pool
shows reflection

Musty, Rusty sword—
Do I use it, dare I?
It is blunt and dull
So many reasons not to divide soul and skull
I feel a lull,
Sulky, bulky, hulky thud
Resist the pull