To My Feet
Subtle retreat
With a touch of pain
Night's edge we greet
As we count the slain
Whispers from the pavilion
Beyond plains and pavement
Working like one in a billion
But the frets for adjustment
Oh feet, wonders of innards
Reviewed headlines within
Showcase like Scotland Yard
The over looked still standing
Water for the inside and out
Warm the bowl cool the glass
Never mind victory's shout
My attendance made stout
With you I walk and run
More, the inside warns
At sunset my day is begun
When the world yawns
Let me bathe you in oil
Whether coconut or olive
Massage till the blood boil
And the nerves forgive
Find me sleep at your mercy
Let morning find you ready
Beyond the grip of lazy
With you, stable and steady
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Comments
I love the structure and rhyme of this one. Simply awesome poetry. Sometimes, the feelings that poems create mater more than the words and Im definitely one for that. I get a sense of pointlessness from this one. Sorry for a bit of self promotion, but maybe you might enjoy my poem "simple" it has a very similar structure to yours here. Though I much prefer the feelings I get out of yours amazing poetry. Thoroughly enjoyed Nathenail!
Fish of the Sea...
Thank you for pausing near enough and speaking clear enough towards me to bid me press on. I will look up simple, and sip your flavour for sure. Peace proper... Nj
Ahh no problem mate! Please, feel free to call me Max. I especially am enjoying the word play in your work!
Max.
I tried to find your poem "simple"... Difficult for me to figure out how to find things... I would love to read your poem. Nj
Ahh, no problem Nathaniel! You can click or tap my name and it'll take you to my page. It's my newest poem, so it should be on the top of the list. I hope you enjoy it~ I feel as if we have similar writing styles