John Tustin, “Prayers and Complaints”

John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals in the last dozen years. contains links to his published poetry online.

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Prayers and Complaints

We rise each day
From our beds to our knees
In our homes in need of love and art
With fresh prayers and complaints to God
On our lips that lie as we fold our hands that steal.
We cross the threshold into the day and the world:
The sun in our eyes, our legs a bit more buckled,
A more sinister pounding than yesterday felt
In the broken ornaments that are our hearts.





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