Discipline Poem by james watkin

Discipline



A wheel's spoke, tightened
Of what with guidance
Wheel-turned in motion
Looses no traction.

Lax for this, its ride
Crumples underneath.
Lax for that,its goad
Dark travelled its road.

Wednesday, May 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: attitude
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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