The Fragility Of Being Human
Poppy's Prompt #7
Unleashed and untamed
a serpent in the garden
Another soul claimed
another heart hardened
The chord has been broken
left to waiver and fall
A used pile of newspapers
in a collage on the wall
Invisible lines remain parallel
never completing a circle
An endless ride on a carousel
the curses of being mortal
Some say, "that's the cost
of making the choices"
But I say "I'm the boss"
when it comes to my voice
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Comments (6)
I love the tension you create with the reference to the serpent and the fall and the decision to own your choices, Kelli! Great poem!
I love the bit with newspaper collage on the wall; always succinct and well timed. Good luck in Poppy's challenge.
Oooo, this was extremely powerful! Loved it!
Ist amazing once again We should take our decision on our own, true that
This seems like a poem that one must like oneself and what one does.
We are responsible for our decisions and choices, indeed, however bad or good. Well said, Kelly.