Friday, August 8, 2014

Poetry Sample

Hunting Tomorrows

I’m hunting tomorrows,
            And they never come easy.
Slimy, wispy little buggers they are.
            Always sliding from my grasp,
            Always just out of reach,
            Always demanding:
                        “Fight for me!”
                        “Yearn for me!”
                        “EARN ME!!”

And—so provoked—
            The trek toward tomorrow continues

As does
the struggle
            to escape
                        today’s grasp.
To wrench from its desperately clinging clutches
The life that presses
            Forever onward
            Forever forward—

Hunt down every tomorrow

Until they are no more.

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