Metallic was the moment,
resembling nothing known,
that prison of uncertainty;
when you at last were gone.
Optimal the circumstance,
as I stood all alone,
future spreading teasingly;
your voice a distant tone.
Polished were excuses,
refined and readied now,
presented to the world,
but none defined the how.
In striking notes of memory,
in shining timbre sounded.
the best that I could hope for,
as something new was founded.
Optimal the circumstance,
polished were excuses,
metallic was the moment;
the path to unknown truths.
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I do love how you meditate on each prompt word - it leads to thoughts and understandings that are so very polished and bright..
ReplyDeleteI appreciate your approach to pulling these words together so effectively and musically.
ReplyDeleteMediocre doggerel from a mediocre mind
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