A Fall from Grace?

Mother Mary often hailed

Imbued with grace indeed

Body pose and gentle swam

A sleek and well-bred steed

These are things come to mind

When grace is called to ponder

But when it comes to graceful verse

My brain is over yonder


So alas, I’ll leave the task

To those more fit than me

Give the word a fitting turn

Bright minds possess the key

I’ll remain a brooding clod

And hurl coarse words asunder

No graceful verse or prose for me

A darker world I’ll plunder






About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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3 Responses to A Fall from Grace?

  1. Your poem inspired me, thanks for being a momentary muse …

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