Friday, June 29, 2018

Three Chord Morning. by James Walton



Just because
I’m on my knees
doesn’t mean I’m down

I could be praying, hell

Just because
I can’t afford
your lazy opinion

Doesn’t mean I’m poor, no

Just because
these hands hold dirt
doesn’t mean they’re clenched

They may be cradling, yes

Just because
in each of them a life line
holds a garden’s sanity

Doesn’t mean I’m rising, yet





James Walton is published in many newspapers, anthologies, and journals. He was a librarian. a farm labourer, a cattle breeder, and mostly a public sector union organizer.
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1 comment:

  1. Linda StevensonJuly 1, 2018 at 11:12 PM

    Love the concise quality, love the self awareness, love the confidence both re. poetics and meaning

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