Photo Challenge #133 and Wordle #269

shore

– Slrlounge.com

I pass through

your interstitial glades

jostling the breeze,

a tide of green.

Is this heaven or the dream

that ends all others?

The final dream.

The soil erodes

beneath the lake’s steady hands.

From the mist I fashion a bridge.

The sky is stark,

a muddled trail of clouds

stretched to gossamer.

I am needless,

filling the folds of my dress

with festive trim.

Remember me as a living thing,

not as I am to appear

at the conclusion of this trip.

Life is not good or gracious,

at times absurd, at times discordant

but my god I loved every minute.

For who but I could conceive

of these wolves, these views

always hungry, smiles vicious

behind crutches of trees.

269

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21 responses to “Photo Challenge #133 and Wordle #269

  1. For who but I could conceive
    of these wolves, these views
    always hungry, smiles vicious
    behind crutches of trees.

    Life might not be good but one decides how to go about overcoming it. There are always ‘predators’ to contend with!

    Hank

  2. Pingback: a walk in the park… a wordle poem – SOMETIMES·

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