Bells struck me.
My eyes flashed wide.
A clang burst from my mouth
and I sang like a star.
Touched by the tongue
of an odd god
my thoughts rang with rhymes
and my blood hummed
in a fit of citizenship.
That a flag of a man
could flail so fiercely
with winds from a far-off war
was almost fathomable:
I was a sail
in a howling gale
of what I could not know.
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Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com
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Crack in the Ceiling
Poetry by Thomas Radwick
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