Finland, 1968, photo by George F. Mobley
“Change: it’s
inside job.”
Maria De Simone,
astrologer
We’ve started
in groups
tribes couples
or single
Balloons – 5 or 6
for parade
celebrate
Swords pointed up
to delay the departure
we mingle
White/green grass/birch
warm coats
white hats.
The April in Finland?
The Earth Day?
The Easter?
The tips of the shoes
ahead of
the shades.
The hearts climb up high
to correct
a destination
We choose to avoid
being poked by
the chance.
A correction in course provides chance little chance
ReplyDeleteWe can make it bigger if keep it real in present. Thanks, Pat! xx
DeleteA comma can add so much to a picture sometimes, when it gives us a pause for breath...white/green, grass/birch :-)
ReplyDeleteYou're right...here I intended to go with no commas - it's create the style too ~ we are all different... ~ Thanks, Jinksy, I always appreciate your comments!
DeleteCleverly constructed poem which I enjoyed very much.
ReplyDeleteThanks kindly!
Deletelove the last three lines.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading :)
DeleteChance can be scary..nice write to the prompt
ReplyDeleteYeah...if you need to sacrifice something for it...~ thanks
DeleteEnjoy the Easter , the Yeaster , the East Dawn Rising miss HB-star, it means nothing down here because we celebrate it in autumn ....poor fools we !
ReplyDelete:)x
DeleteSo true, and yet we arrive in hope's greatest desires!
ReplyDeleteWe are. Thanks, Karen. x
DeleteEnjoyed this so much I read it twice.
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Thanks, Sue. :)
DeleteThat last stanza sums it up so nicely...well done...
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tess for inspiring image!
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