GRACE turns the heart like a
LATHE turns a metal block,
HENCE something rigid into something shaped,
STONE to flesh, glory to glory.
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Grace
GRACE is not always mild, like a cool breeze in summer; it can be like a
LATHE, locking down subject, rotating, setting up the needed cuts.
HENCE grace can be unwelcomed, as though something easier than the hardest miracle could turn
STONE hearts to living ones.
Weighty Thought
LAGER goes down easy on the deck,
FINCH warbles sweetly in the trees.
MARRY? That gives pause–a thought meant to last, meant to weigh,
CREPT into an inattentive life. Perhaps it’s time to measure the passing moments, make them count.
Daydreaming
LAGER drained, I linger and watch the
FINCH hop from branch to bush and
MARRY thoughts of flight with song, thoughts which
CREPT into my mind, aided no doubt by the lager.
Reflection
“LAGER, please.” The barman, known to all as
FINCH, poured the drink, sneered
“CREPT in here the day you’re going to
marry that girl? What for? Dutch courage?”
Upward
SLYLY, using every last
OUNCE of determination, finally
CRAWL out from where you hide. Ride
ABOVE your present station, reaching peaks from which to fly.
Ounce
An
OUNCE is a curious name for a cat
SLYLY stalking prey in the wild,
CRAWLing through mountainous terrain far
ABOVE it’s lowlands feline species cousins.
Phantom’s Calling Card
SLYLY he places the glove in the empty vitrine, then climbs away.
ABOVE he waits for guards to pace away, flits between shadows. An
OUNCE of feathers is louder. Diamond pouch around his neck, he
CRAWLs parapet, down pipe, then strolls out through the garden.
Inch by Inch
ABOVE the trench, movement even by
CRAWL is one that commands every
OUNCE of courage or stupidity or both––
SLYLY take advantage of every cover and diversion.
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Struggling
He’s such a high FLYER
His fans regard him HOTLY.
To see him FREED
I hope he’ll RALLY.
[Title suggests both the character and the author were struggling.