[stylist] Hey! A non-rhyming poem from me!

[Barbara HAMMEL]

Okay, let's try this still from my iPhone.
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>> MAJESTY
>> By Barbara Hammel
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>> You must be Atlas reincarnate.
>> You're old -- your hair and beard are white.
>> You stand there holding up the sky,
>> The weight of it has worn your shoulders bare,
>> Bits of its azure brightness flake off
>> And cascade in /reams and falls over your body,
>> Nurturing your robe of evergreen hue.
>> Sometimes your breath wraps around your head
>> A veil of privacy for a while
>> Hiding your eyes from the man-made things
>> Where your feet are firmly planted.
>> Some day you, too, will tire of the burden.
>> You'll shrug, and the shift of weight
>> Will force your life-blood to pour
>> In torrents of flowing heat and fire.
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>> Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.--Robert Frost
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>> From: Barbara Hammel
>> Sent: Thursday, July 10, 2014 10:21 PM
>> To: stylist at nfbnet.org
>> Subject: Hey! A non-rhyming poem from me!
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>> I know, I know, it’s so hard to believe, but I tried my hand yet again at free verse.  See what you think.
>> Barbara
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>> Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.--Robert Frost