Where were you when the lights went out?
What were you thinking?
Are you afraid of your thoughts or the dark?
What thresholds can you not cross?
The Sunday Whirl blog invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 word.
This week’s words are:
So what is the point of living today?
Come meditate with us and sigh.
Skeptical questions control ev’ry way
We live, and watch life slither by.
Is there a threshold that shouldn’t be crossed?
A sword never swung in the night?
Items so bold, or so slight, to be tossed
In a way that others just might
Be tempted to use them in ways not meant,
To saturate that which we mind;
The first to the ninth degree, we lament
Fates twisted may never unwind.
So close the doors to our thoughts and now breathe,
That which we cannot we’ll never conceive.