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Thursday, October 24, 2013

The Shattered Calm

He came inside,

And put his greasy mitts

On all the treasures

I had preciously guarded.


A bull rattling and breaking

The fine china patterns

I had painstakingly




Of such vulgar, common,

Disreputable things,

Insidiously broke

Through the gentle push

Of my resistance.


Weakness revealed

His opposing force,

His strength,


The graceful calm

I no longer know.


  1. The bull destroyed the china shop..maybe it can be re-built..stronger next time to protect the calm

  2. I like second stanza.....It's up to you to sustain or resist...


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