Life without love is like a tree without
blossoms or fruit
it doesn’t scintillate
no triumphant promise
nothing is superb
it’s a struggle
frenetic feelings
straps it down to precipitate
like walking on stilts
high above the prehistoric carbon waste
that doesn’t circulate within
the unbeliever’s soul
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
10 years ago
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Love the tantalising sound of "scintillate"! An enigmatic, beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteLiked the word 'scintillate' and the lines 'like walking on stilts high above the prehistoric carbon waste'
ReplyDeleteGemma thanks
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Gordon thanks
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Love the part about walking on stilts. Great job.
ReplyDeleteThanks Nara!
ReplyDeletePamela
A lovely poem, and a great use of the prompt. Thanks for your support of Carry On Tuesday, it's really appreciated.
ReplyDeleteKeith not a problem and thanks!
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