The poetry prompt for today, day seventeen, is swing.
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| A Ride I Won't Forget |
Love’s Indecision
by a cable or chains, floats
back
and forth without contemplation, set
in motion
by determined fingers, soulless
feet,
the wind, annoyance. Ecstasy lifts me into
your stratosphere,
throws me back down. Not so much from fluctuation
or the pause
b e t w e e n
your
lines,
but what you do to fill the silence—
lilt
between smiles and tears, drive the seat
of my life,
remove that which holds me, leave me
behind
in
the damp
and trampled sand.
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Linda, I like how this poem has a picture associated with it and here also the form captures the swing of love, the highs and lows and eventual desire to just be left in the sand, the lines correspondingly also varying less and coming to a stable landing.
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