Paused glory

Steven Baird

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The weak construct of flesh, this abstract defiance,

reliance on the skin of want, of evergreen,

bold for a moment, then humbled,

the impalpable heart lay upon crossed swords.

Words of comfort and distilled pity mean less

than the soft-boned mortality; the only strength

is what it gives, why it lives in paused glory.

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8 thoughts on “Paused glory”

  1. Tanya Cliff April 25, 2016 / 6:07 pm

    “bold for a moment, then humbled,”

    Thought provoking and beautiful. That is one to ponder for the day.

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  3. K'lee L. April 29, 2016 / 5:46 pm

    Really feeling this one, Steve. There’s power pulsing beneath the surface of these words. Well done.

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  4. Steven Baird April 29, 2016 / 10:41 pm

    Thanks, K’lee. Another 5:30 a.m. bit of inspiration.

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