Cumbersome questions are
pelted at my soul,
and entranced,
I
search for answers,
knowing I will not accept them without
reluctance.
What
was previously cemented truth is
no longer mapped out before me,
and the smoky
screen before my
eyes becomes denser as
murmurs of what might have been
float
by.
Have I strayed too far, or not far enough?
The words to play with were:
cement, cumbersome, entranced, stray, map, smoke, pelt, answer,
reluctant, murmur, sences, dense.
I have tried to have a go with Wordle, only after I wrote this, I realized that I had used last week's words :-) But this selection somehow resounded with me, so I'm posting anyway.
4 comments:
A very good picture, exquisite gray. By your words I gather you're a bit tired of the city. Greetings.
Well, even though they are last week's words, you did an awesome job! A great write!
Yes, cement can crumble and crack over time, can't it?
Great thoughts!
-Mara
http://the-poetic-madame.blogspot.com
You ask some deep questions with the Wordle words. Your photo gives the sense of some truth just within mindful focus.
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