Tossed Out
They took a sip and returned the cup.It wasn’t their flavor,So they demanded the entirety be tossed out,Struck from the menu.After all, who wants to drink what they despise?
As the Piano Plays (Dedicated to the Brilliant Pianist, Danny Wright)
By Andrew R. Duckworth There’s a grace to those notes.Maybe or maybe not a grace note,Smooth and flowing like a pleasant windBreezing it’s way through pastures.A soundtrack through the clouds,Rising, lifting the feet off the groundAnd off we all go soaring.If I was not conscious of my chair,Of the stage or piano there,I might think … Continue reading As the Piano Plays (Dedicated to the Brilliant Pianist, Danny Wright)
The Park (The Conundrum)
By Andrew R. Duckworth There is a place I go to in my mind,A large park along the riverside,Where old men play chess and birds are fedBy familiar faces inside my head.But I often wonder what would beIf the birds aren’t fed so graciouslyBy those who no one else can findBecause they live inside my … Continue reading The Park (The Conundrum)
Expanding Ripples
By Andrew R. Duckworth Ripples in the water made me awareOf the time that I spent searching there,Birthed by disturbance in a shallow streamAnd rolling on to find the air.And when I caught that golden sunWith wide eyes as I had often done,I left the waters of the streamAnd swam alone, a sea of one.
The Politician
By Andrew R. Duckworth Of course I have thoughtsAnd I must argue these points.Let me get my script.
Don’t Call it Charity If…
By Andrew R. Duckworth The poor soul hungers,The street his home all his days.They take a picture.
St. Dismas
By Andrew R. Duckworth An argument between thievesAs life gradually leavesAnd a crowd still gatheredWatches and grieves.One thief questions.The other believesAnd Dismas asks the SaviorTo look upon with favorAnd think the better of two thieves.
Known (a Haiku)
By Andrew R. Duckworth We are on a globe,Formed and placed by divine hands,Forever cherished.
Tilly
By Andrew R. Duckworth She’s a killer,Looking with those stalking eyesOver the calm green grass,Noticing sudden movements.She’s a killer,Scoping the birds tending nestsIn the short trees,Waving with the spring breeze.Centuries ago, she would have been a beast,Prowling, fixating on prey.But, instead,She rests her small headOn my lap at end of day,Purring the sweetest songIn a … Continue reading Tilly
Freedom Means Freedom
By Andrew R. Duckworth Freedom unfettered,Freedom to live and let live,What we once desired,But now we’re wiredTo believe that freedomIs an enemy.Freedom works only when we allow it to,Freedom for me and freedom for you.Should we be free and free to be,Or should we be shackled through tyranny?
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The Writings of Andrew R. Duckworth 