My Monday Metrical Musings #54

corn field at daytime


Accepting lists
with inconsistency
My life a messy

Accepting life
with uncharacteristic zeal
As golden sunlight
Pours over corncob field

Accepting lies
with downcast looks
My days on endless

Accepting lifts
with open palms
Of calloused lines
Trailing sunken arms

Accepting love
with pale parched lips
Weather-beaten dry
Longing for dew drips

Accepting lobs
with barely-clenched fists
White-knuckled bruised
Desperately coming to grips

Accepting loss
with nary a care
Knowing someday soon
I’ll see You up There!

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