Saturday August 28th, 2021

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: another way.

Back home. Tired. Grateful I have a full day here tomorrow before having to return to work on Monday.

2 comments:

Greg said...

Sometimes the only ways you can see are the only other ways there are :)

Another way
Without hope I try turning this way and then that
But no passage opens, no world reveals itself to my tired eyes.
No other way then but to make another choice,
And someone chooses the Al-Amrit in what has to be my voice.

Marc said...

Greg - indeed.

Hmm, curious - and possibly problematic? - that the turning trick doesn't work here. Your narrator appears to be rather stuck, I'm afraid.