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Today’s prompt: Write a poem that uses the words negative, balance, and erosion.
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Here are my thoughts on this…
In The Balance
The building blocks were created
by a negative force,
the erosion of the cliff by the tide,
gradual at first
and then total collapse
after one mighty storm.
Then came a constant procession
of people walking along the beach,
surveying the damage like voyeurs
of destruction.
Later, smaller processions came
and began to reconstruct
the debris
into finely balanced sculptures
defying gravity.
Dozens of them,
almost a beach full.
They knew they would be washed away
eventually
and they knew they would rebuild them
eventually,
rebuild them higher,
higher and higher.
Creation or destruction,
it’s always in the balance.
Lynn White
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Love the way you used this prompt, Lynn!
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This was a fun challenge, thanks for the suggestion.
I posted my response here: https://tjssherman.wordpress.com/2021/05/11/poem-experience-disconnect/
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Love it! Short and strong.
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Thanks so much, Cassa!
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happy tuesday friends thanks for the opportunity ❤
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The Aftermath
I look at our past
through sepia negatives
what once was a rock
worn down by the rain of fights
erosion of grief
earthquake of rage
faded into nothing more than particles of clay
on an out of balance
stage of life
I no longer wonder
why you work yourself to death
and I seek solace in the bottles
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Reblogged this on Life and Times of a Quirky Character.
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