RAVEN MACK is a mystic poet-philosopher-artist of the Greater Appalachian unorthodox tradition. He does have an amazing PATREON, but also *normal* ARTIST WEBSITE too.

Thursday, March 10

freestyle sonnet #032: ANOTHER MORNING SPENT RESPONSIBLY

Some mornings be like: how did I even get here,
walking in these amazon rockports (half-worn out),
stuck on the strong side of forty and full of fear
the years left are less than average, without doubt

about personal path - shit man, most of the time stumbling
with direction current energies pointed me,
but always felt like something bigger was rumbling
underneath; yet here I am, unable to see

how the mundane through fried daze equals something more
than wasted efforts, limited moments squandered
following civilized corrals while metaphor
of freedom only applied to wide world wandered

through digital distractions - inside beyond shine
of sun promising something more than this dark "mine".

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I always feel like something is greater on the horizon too. Have we been trained to think this way?