flagrant flogging

three word wednesday: cadence, humble, resolve

sorry, could you repeat.
resolve the idlyl interlude left imperfect and the double doors will open.
do i need a secret password?
no, step aside you’ve already taken too long. next.

seriously, i’ve stood in line for a week, i think. repeating repetition. there must be another way.
no, not really.
turning around i wondered who would defy the order and speak aloud. following a humble path was not easy. there were no instructions nor was there a list. always there is a list numbered one through ten.

seeking enlightenment in a white crowded cloud was not exactly how i thought it would end. the cadence of death and dying instantaneously was all too disconcerting.

do i really have start all over again?

PoefusionFriday5, Poetry


impaled to the notice of freedom she began counting consequences on the trellis of forgotten fertile dreams. the appearance of her smiling face showed no reflection of the interior defect stained clean on the white laundry of her freshly washed life as a resurrected youngster.
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poefusion Friday 5: trellis, appearance, defect, youngster, laundry
Photo: Rebirth, Copyright TamaraSchuit , flickr