Upkeep

I awoke into a music which no one about me heard. Whom shall I thank for it? - Thoreau

i praise day and huddle night

nothing's wrong if everything's right

we value that which we cling to and keep

darkness doesn't matter as i'm usually asleep

no matter how shallow or deep

regardless of how expensive or cheap

that which we sow, we reap

piling it high in a great big heap

i never learned to cry, i weep

i don't push a broom, i sweep

i don't stare, i peep

time's not a slow crawl, it's a fast creep

doubt crouches as faith takes a giant leap

why does the hill have to be so steep

as i wade through the beads of my life

knee deep

Author's Note

"The finest manners in the world are awkwardness and fatuity when contrasted with a finer intelligence. They appear but as the fashions of past days, – mere courtliness, knee-buckles and small- clothes, out of date." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i love all the rhymes in this work. there is a lot of wordplay and the lines roll off the tongue in a most delicate way. yet there is also a sense of brooding here; a dark thread keeps this tapestry together. 'we value that which we cling to and keep'; 'time's not a slow crawl, it's a fast creep' a statement is being made about the human condition. the verse hints at it without delving deep. in this way, this text gives off a chilling vibe. something is lurking in the darkness. what is it? ... we are not told.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pete.. you are the Bees Knees... although it happens when you least expect... it can come and go. gently, Pat

[Pete]

if i'm the bees knees then you're the hive and that's no jive.

[The Unknown Sith]

nice writing. I enjoyed this piece.

[Pete]

thanks for being down with it sith.