The struggle is eternal. Father and son. Brother against brother. Age enlisting youth. Idealism pulling at pessimism. Hope fighting off despair.
Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
Struggle Song (A Duet)
if you can’t serve,
get out the way.
I ain’t your bud,
and I don’t care.
Whatever! I say.
Time you grew up.
There’s a community
Ain’t got the time. And, hell,
it’s decades this community’s
Your personal concerns
Cut the chat. My
life is my matter.
Not with the state.
Not with those guys.
How do I reach you?
Can’t contact me, boo.
I refuse to let go.
Just let go, bro.
Letting go to bad buddies is good..hanging onto good ones even better…love the sense of dialogue..internal and external
glad you enjoyed it
inside and out
I liked your duet! Would not have known it was a wordle. Well penned.
Thank you. I think I should have called it a “Struggle Rap (A Duet)”
Those that don’t cooperate are easily taxed!
well, all right then.
That’ll promote good will and harmony.
Love the way you incorporated dialogue. The back and forth play is very interesting.
loved this two voice poem .. nice!
Phew. Glad you recognized it as two voices, and not me talking out of both sides of my mouth.
Naw … seemed obvkous that the voices were indeed two. Though I suppose that the other could have been true. All good orators and debaters know you have to look at both sides of an argument. However I understood how you were trying to give a new perspective which is universally ignored for “so many good reasons” . Georgia.