A cruel masterthe ticking clockSo much potentialGet it done! I rush past shadowscrumple the pagesfailed attemptsmounting What of dreams?Of life’s destiny?How I worshipat the altar of should Even with positivityfantastical notions fall shortI argue against uncertaintymeet only disapproval There is no magicno pre-destined famejust dust gatheringThe dead are unimpressed. (Image my own)
It’s so easy to spot in others – those that constantly complain about everything – but, do we catch it in ourselves? These days I admit to feeling overwhelmed. Everywhere I look there are things to pack, and dust balls waiting to be scooped up. I lie awake thinking about it, instead of getting much […]
Love this planted poem!!
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Thanks Sarah – fun to do – mixing images and words. Btw, do you have a website? I keep meaning to ask.
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Not yet but I’ve been thinking about it…
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Let me know if you do!
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