It’s what the street-wise Zen master might say.
All is unfolding as it should.
The road ahead is what it is.
I witness myself finding no solace in that.
Submission for Angie’s prompt over at Toads.
Mudslide, landslide, red velvet, carrot…. there are so many ways to mix goodness into your poem. Choose all four words from ONE of these word lists to build your new poem:
solace trace pause over
inwardness sweat reflect beginning
need forgiveness unfolding back
thanks weight years ahead