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Into Its Mocking Belly

the wind breathes harshly against my tired face it tells me I'm finished but I keep going on -- plodding, plodding onward into its mocking belly if you're not moving forward in life you're moving backward

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W.A. Cholt

Date: 1/29/2019 2:25:00 PM

We all know this feeling. Nicely summarised in this fine poem.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 1/29/2019 8:27:00 PM

Gee, and I was hoping that you might be on holiday in Hawaii or some such. Oh, well... :) gw

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 1/29/2019 4:52:00 AM

I see you have the Chicago winds today; we have a touch of it, and it feels like the Arctic in Kansas. "its mocking belly" - you are right. Onwards or backwards. Your choice. Well done.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 1/29/2019 8:25:00 PM

Your comment says it all: "Onwards or backwards," indeed! Thank you, Caren! :) gw

Line Gauthier

Date: 1/28/2019 10:06:00 PM

Good one, Gershon.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 1/28/2019 10:24:00 PM

Thanks much, Line. Appreciated. Hope you like the form. :) gw

Mahtab Bangalee

Date: 1/28/2019 10:02:00 PM

beautiful poem as well as last line. "Do or Die"- come forward otherwise backwardness drag you in digging pit!///enjoyed

Gershon Wolf
Date: 1/28/2019 10:23:00 PM

You are absolutely right. Thank you for your feedback and your sage words! :) gw