A lot of modern poetry is too hard to understand,
it has become too complicated for the uninitiated or casual reader.
These poems are by an ordinary bloke, for ordinary folk. © Chris Daws
Wednesday, 25 July 2012
Truth
I am an idea
Born in the mind of a suffering man
Passed on by voice as the story began
Filling the Earth through millennial span.
I am a hazel twig
More power in your hand than the mightiest sword
Divining the facts from the evidence stored
A weapon revealed by the turn of a word.
I am a lightning rod
Feet planted in earth and head in the sky
Roaring defiance at the storm passing by
Strike as you like for I cannot die!