The cloud may bestow blur
The moon may offer shadow
The sun may allot pain
The rain may lend ruin
The grass may offer gray
The grave may give grief
Let's look at none, but up
Even when—
Life opens like the petals of Alyssa
And folds as the flyers of Cassia
Let's look at none, but up
As—
It lends sorrow with a sac of shadow
Calls the door of devil's muck
And melt insight with delight
Let's look at none, but up
Even when—
It offers not romping nor laughing
Drinks our streams of hope
And steals the strength that keeps our faith
Let's look at none, but up
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I Told My Mother
by Steve Anc
Steve Anc is the son of Ajuzie Nwaorisa, a Nigerian poet. He is a poet with searching knowledge and deep meditation on universal themes, he is quite a modern poet in his adherence to language, and his use of metaphor is soul-searching.
Anc's works have been published in Open-door Poetry Magazine, Poetrysoup, Goodlitcompany, Voice From The Void, Our Poetry Archive, I Become The Beast, and Fire Magazine.
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