Poetry: Rachel Charles | A Brief Thought (Read)
Kill the still voice that still sings kill
Pay the summit
Commit your mind to fame, commit
Take some high pill.
Leave reeds planted by river, leave…
A solid rock
Rock your little thought, baby rock!
Get your dance cleave
Feel the maze upon the green. Feel!
Walk through the line
Sign the heart throb in between. Sign…
Let your heart wheel
Sing your song to trees. At least sing.
Let your brief thought
Cut the smile that sends wrinkles. Cut!
Cast out a sling!
© Rachel Charles