Next Best Peace

My next piece is my best peace
Respite from my sins
Time fractured governance
Balanced on grim pins

Whisked from wet winds
Forked into the funnel
Splashing, spewing pot
Just to make you chuckle

Or else to tussle trouble
As you struggle at my lot
Piece proclaiming perfectly
But I’ll toss it like it’s not

I’ll pass it for the practice
But perfect it for the peace
For its fire consumes flesh
Charred crumbling, I cease

Copyright © 2021 by Matt Antis. Originally posted in Allpoetry on June 21st, 2021. Published in Poet’s Guild’s Poem-A-Week on July 10th, 2021, by Ink Jot Kingdom.

Matt Antis

Matt Antis creates online as a freelance writer and novelist who formerly lived as a serial small-business entrepreneur. His life’s goal is to share knowledge, encourage, and challenge others through a coach-student relationship.

An unexpected deployment with the Army in 2009 halted his scholastic achievement, but! He learned the bulk of business in the proverbial trench elbow to elbow with a team of professionals who he is forever grateful for.

When he’s not being a husband, dad, shooting his bow or training parkour, you can find him teaching Sunday school, advising parkour gyms, writing for inkjotkingdom.com and his wife’s children’s book website, whitneyantis.com.

https://inkjotkingdom.com
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