No straight road,
no easy, out of the pod,
solutions – complexity,
it seems, reigns.
I travel circular paths
past ancient structures –
having erected statues
to past wounds – present
walls barely standing.
Unseen forces drive –
societal angst, perhaps –
know only that life
is possibility, and I
sorrowfully lag.
(Written for Twenty Four’s 50 Word Thursday, with help from the daily prompts of Fandango – easy, and Ragtag Community – pod. Image supplied by Deb Whittam of Twenty Four.)
I love the atmosphere of this piece, it really captures your attention
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Thanks, Deb
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“Life is possibility”…. such truth!!
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Thank you for reading and commenting.
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i like the rolling rhythm in this
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Thanks! There’s rolling rhyme? Lol.
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rhythm, not rhyme.
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ha ha ha – oh boy, am I overtired. Nevermind
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Thanks. At sixty, I wonder if time is running out, lol.
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Maybe you’ll catch up. If you want to. I really enjoyed your poem, VJ.
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Wonderful use of prompts
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Thank you.
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