Daniel Conway
Today’s prompt is tired surrender.
Here are some topics to contemplate. You are not limited to my suggestions. All forms of expression are accepted.
Sleep
Death
Acceptance
Forgiveness
Acknowledging defeat
Decomposition
Duty
Pampering
Wish
My hands
Have become worn
Reverting paper into pith.
My heart woke
With a requiem.,
Silver and spiritless.
Underneath the Bodhi tree
I find neither epiphany
Nor inveiglement.
*
Today is still
And with heavy eyes
I consume in silence
The exhaust
Of countless
Defeated sighs.
In the next inhalation
A star will find, within me,
Some distant ancestor
But for now
I am without whim
*
I’ll save my wishes
For another day
A day of turmoil
A day when the ink
Spills motley and riotous
In the articulation
Of carefully
Arranged winds
Tomorrow I’ll be
Jackson Pollock
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