StewA Poem by E.J. Waling
Bubbling broth.
Raw. Filled raw. Emotional with instinct. Animal instinct. Spiced with attitude, arrogance. Writhing, bubbling, coalescing, searching for equilibrium. Steaming with self importance. Thrashing through time and space. Seeking advantage, advantage at all cost. Humanity, animal, fighting like animals. Meanest of them all. Big fish tiny pond. Yet, somehow moving. Moving forward, learning, building, creating. New ingredients being added. Always new ingredients. Nearly finished. How will it turn out, taste? Who’s to say. Time will tell! © 2019 E.J. Waling |
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Added on August 8, 2019 Last Updated on August 8, 2019 AuthorE.J. WalingNHAboutE.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more.. |

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