Inspired by challenges at Poet's Place Cafe, a forum designed to hone your writing skills. |
| Machete Blunted by apathy and neglect, the rusted, pitted edge of my muse is whetted at an angle against the rasp of time, poets gone before, scribbles in the palm of my hand, and the coronation of words. It is this grated steel, back and forth, over and over, that hones the surface to a sharp, smooth blade to slice and clear my path through the rainforest. ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes ▶︎ |