Sunday Muse #192

 

Following inescapable uncertainty

Earth once flat moving round
like sunshine candy
dripping
with excitement on asphalt
upon which left behind hopes once traveled

Gazing into the white horizon
blinded 
by possibilities

Unsure of the route
Uncanny wagon
wheels
rolling
Over and over and over and over and over and over

Breathing future dust
composed of ghosts that yearned
for visions
hungry souls devour
ravenous
for
escape




Comments

  1. Carrie BurttJanuary 2, 2022 at 12:13 PM

    Such amazing descriptive lines! I love this and the hope it holds!

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 2, 2022 at 2:29 PM

    Wonderful. I especially love the closing stanza.

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  3. ms_liliJanuary 2, 2022 at 6:02 PM

    It has the feel of a mystical adventure.

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  4. HelenJanuary 3, 2022 at 11:16 AM

    A lovely poem … end of year … beginning of new year!

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  5. C. SandlinJanuary 4, 2022 at 7:24 AM

    This is a wonderful conjuration of a poem!

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  6. indybevJanuary 4, 2022 at 11:13 AM

    If it were certainty, would we follow? Hmmm Something to think about!

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