Frustration

Softly gentle persuasion became

not a pleasure nor a thrill

however, like similitudes

a requirement.

Deeply connective tissue

dividing cells into function

casting praise upon tender hooks

reeling the jig, and the bait taken.

A fierce pride roaming savannahs

A wise parliament perched on branches

A murder on a line, all in black.

The mine still yields its ore,

picks tickle and shoved upward,

the heat from her core radiating

sweating the dirty faces toil.

A word here, plucked from the lexicon tree

inserted gently, to deep avail.

Sometimes the wellspring runs dry

Sometimes the rain stops

Sometimes the sun don’t shine,

and what have we got.

Frustration.

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