oil and water
speak to the truth
of our time together
the drive gone
from the start
we could better
shoot the rapids
of the wildest river
our boat sinking
the entire time
than find the drive
to refute the testimony
of any fly on the wall
no right way
no wrong
just straight through
no matter the cost
even as we resisted
at every step
no effort to preserve
even rekindle the fire
until it came to a close
This is my response to Wordle #585 at The Sunday Whirl.
boat | preserve | speak | resist | oil | fire | drive | fly | shoot | matter | close | right
An intriguing and thought-provoking poem, Ken.
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Thank you, Barb.
Just as intriguing is how long some things will last.
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This is a poem I will come back to re-read. Wonderful, Ken!
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Thank you, Sara. 🙂
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