Tallow – Mitchell David Ring


Hills against the wind press on into night

over the peaks and away to the last descent

the sands shifting like a sighing voice

a constant pleading for some refuge

safe harbor from storm wall waves

where the first ones came to pave the way

and went down into sunken depths

Do we follow?

Or do we hold our breath and wait

let the storm tear over us, through us

and gasp in the night when we finally resurface

and taste once more the tallow wax of starlight

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Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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