Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt #140 – Markedly &
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #276
Let me count the ways. I hate your Cthonics, Shroud, and Narcoles. Thinking of the crafting shroud fills my days with thought. My hate for you is paper electrophoresis.
World’s best AI Writer – *insert insane cackle here! – https://freequillbot.com/ai-writer
Let me count the ways that AI is markedly inept at writing poetry!
Redux
the future is a time
that hasn’t presented itself yet
always mysteriously just out of eyesight
every minute we take
the next steps into an unknown
the unexpected without a to-do list
our present excitedly seeking resolution
on past laid plans in the tomorrows
still to come
endless possibilities
layering into eternity
the eternal question of what’s next
Originally published September 8, 2018 on I Write Her. Posted here with revisions.
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #122
desperate desires
the latest technology
we will die trying
NOTE: Have you noticed that the left hand’s fingers are bending backward, or is it just me?
Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Double Take & Sadje’s What do you see #100
dear child let’s accept our fortune
except we’ll miss your father of course
on this nature walk, this course of beauty
but rather coarse path of Fall’s debris
the sun will lead our way
may contentment be ever present
in the lows and the highs
as your actions balance your future
may this path chosen
further your greatness
define your course and your truths
and ever keep you in the direction
most suited for what you desire
may you achieve success and satisfaction
fulfill your dreams – be whole and happy
mom, your biggest fan
your future, a mystery
letting the reins go
rise above struggles
spread your wings and fly higher
don’t look down or back
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The future is a time which hasn’t presented itself yet.
Always mysteriously just out of eyesight.
Every minute we take the next steps into an unknown.
The unexpected without a to-do list.
Our present excitedly seeking resolution on past laid
plans in the tomorrows still to come.
Endless possibilities layering into eternity.
The eternal question of what’s next?
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