Day 8 of NaPoWriMo.
My poem
A monostich.
Phone bars
Always dropping bars like I'm losing cell signal
Featured poem
A poem from The Society of Classical Poets.
Apes or Angels
by Ron L. Hodges
Humans, some say, aren't much more than an ape — A reasoning beast, quintessence of dust. Others believe we're of angelic shape. Hungry for morsels, we scrabble and scrape, Leaving the tree to indulge termite lust. Humans, some say, aren't much more than an ape. Yet not all dwell in this feral landscape — Their minds are free to transcend when hearts must. Others believe we're of angelic shape. We squat under shadows, covet and rape, Then flaunt our filth like a Renaissance bust. Humans, some say, aren't much more than an ape. Still, there are many whose spirits escape The region where bodies settle for crust. Others believe we're of angelic shape. Though such a question makes all skeptics jape, How could our good rise from matter unjust? Humans, some say, aren't much more than an ape, I must believe we're of angelic shape.