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

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