“Impossible”
Staggering
in
the dusk
In
search of destiny,
Bearing
the burden of
Stifled
songs, old sorrows,
Stumbling
upon a road,
Vaguely
familiar and
Irresistible
like
Addiction
-
pace quickens,
Walking
briskly, running,
Remembering
it now:
“Blood’s thicker than water,”
Someone
calling you “mate…”
Back,
towards the beginning,
The
story’s just starting,
Back
to that summer day,
That
small country cottage,
Where
in the sunny patch
Of
ripening marrows,
Buried
under the leaves,
Your
dreams lie unbroken.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Well done wordle, I like how the pace of the piece picks up from the point you state it.
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DeleteUnbroken dreams, means there is still hope. Lovely use of the prompt.
ReplyDeleteThank you, I'm glad there's still hope!
ReplyDeleteI see a return down that familiar road where our runners quickened heart beat is calmed by open arms in welcoming their return...
ReplyDeleteThank you.
Such a sweet comment, thank you, Jules!
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