Saturday, January 11, 2014

A week of poems #6: Inertia

Resin turns to amber,
Water becomes ice,
Inertia drums like thunder,
lightning never strikes.

The anchor isn’t moving
And bottled spirit’s brewing.
What drags, weighs down,
and tears do ground.

Patience sours to anger,
Silence has its price.
Just help me with this anchor,
And raise sails to sky.

But silence is the sound,
That more than often’s found.
Instead inertia’s brooding,
And we end up déja-viewing.


  1. Gotta let out those emotions. Don't hold them inside, lest they turn hard, like concrete, and drag us down.

  2. thought provoking...a gem of a poem.

    1. Honored you think so and one of the best compliments a writer can receive: :) Cheere