There were graven images, idols and statues, monoliths and icons, and now drones…
The Sunday Whirl blog invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 word.
Here is this drone
Casting a binding vow,
Circling the sun.
Out of our caves
We begin to chant,
Hoping that spring
Will resurrect itself,
This earth, this space, is harsh.
We shake our fists
As the weather
Grows against us.
We crook our necks
Low, and broken,
And hope to never to raise
Our hopes again.
Wow powerful writing
Thank you. Randy
Yes, Randy. The strength ives within the short bursts of wisdom. Nicely done.
The disappointment was palpable. Is there no hope?
On Mondays and back to work – none. Catch me on Friday! 😉 Randy
BTW thanks for visiting, reading, thinking, and commenting.
I appreciate it a lot. Randy
Just visited both of your sites and like your writing and have just become a “follower”.
Your limericks are fun, inventive, and “hot”
and the Sunday Whirl i just read was excellent –
the following line was extremely powerful:
“Death presents an equal face”
Tis sad when hopes are dashed…
Enjoyed your words.
It doesn’t have to end this way…
Thanks for commenting. Randy