Pocketfuls of promises sagging when the wind
Laps the skirt around your knees.
Locked inside a static stance
The possibility of movement beckons at your hems
Yet, rigidity overwhelms.
Eyes fixed on the hopeful whispers that escape
The prison of fleece-lined pockets,
Riding potent wind gusts.
Life pokes and thrusts
Will you say yes?
Fling your hands up and escape
Toss the starry promises heavenward
And move forward.
Original poetry – please give credit when you share
Copyright 2017 (C) Karen Wright
Linkup: Thinking Out Loud, Thursday Thoughts
love this poem! so inspirational!
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Thank you!
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