Sunday Scribblings prompts: Adventure
This Broom is Parked
the gate is locked
drapes drawn tight
no bulbs leak light
I huddle in the dark
under a warming throw
adventure's lost its spark
a box of candy in my lap
I savor each and every bite
chocolate surprise delights
the candy box is empty
procrastination wins
old ghouls left without me
Fractal created in Apophysis.
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there's something oddly sad about this. It's great, but I feel something. Sadness.
Pirates
I like this perhaps because I too have hidden, lights out, taking delight in an ordinary "sin."
I like this poem.
I love the title, and all that goes with it. I hear the sadness ThomG hears, but there's a looking back, a warmth, and wonderful chocolate to hold it all.
And I was too sleepy to stay awake last night. This a wonderful match of fractal and verse - and, as ThomG said - a little sad.
wonderful expression of what I read as the need for basic comfort in place of adventure.
thank for sharing.
Sad, yes. Delightful, yes. But I see where the adventure lies... in the box of chocolates. :) Very nicely written!
a true adventure indeed..ambivalence..can be an adventure..
I could really picture this piece. Very atmospheric (and topical) jae :)
I like that very much. What a way to spend the holiday.
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