Submitted by Nicholas Catron
What mountain must I bear today?
An Atlas cousin, I must confess.
With the rain that’s weighing heavy,
I’m left to drown in this swelling mess.
Yet, where are the heroes, swords in hand?
For dragons need killing this day.
Could it be that gravity has its own plans?
Leaving me alone to wear this weight.
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Photo credit: Sisyphus by Titian
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wow! nice poem Nicholas
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Thank you very much Jeremy!
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What a thoughtful flow of connecting words you carried forward, and the last two lines were somberly sublime.
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Lovely effortless rhyming…
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Thank you very much Ivors20
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Thank you 🙂 I appreciate the time you took to read it
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