Friday, August 23, 2019

Rolling by John Drudge

There are always
Three sides
To every coin
Though most never consider
The edge an option
But a life worth anything
Is always found
On the razor’s edge
Of things
A wheel riding out of itself
One grand rolling rapture
Affirming the pain
Of it all
Where we learn
To recognize
The depths of our own
Tapestries
And love’s soft
Meeting eyes





John works as a clinical social worker and is the president of a national disability management company. He holds degrees in Social Work, Psychology, and Rehabilitation Services and has studied philosophy extensively.  He is an avid traveler and a long-term student of the martial arts holding a 3rd degree black-belt in Kempo Karate. His diverse educational and experiential background gives him a broad base from which to approach many topics in his poetry. John currently lives with his wife and two children in Caledon, Ontario, Canada. 

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