While out exploring a possibility
a doubt moved in and
unpacked her baggage, dropping
hints everywhere and lying
in bed till noon, demanding my
While entertaining a doubt
a fear climbed in through my open window
of opportunity, stole my silver
linings, then slipped away again
slamming the window behind him.
While experiencing a fear
a possibility coalesced, gray
matter over minding, a ghost
of a chance for one more
voyage of exploration.
Sorry for the lateness of posting this! I was out of range of the inter tubes for most of the day. You’ll have to take my word for it, I wrote it first thing this morning! However – Poem a Day – so I’m still on schedule! only 183 more to go!
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Halfway there! And there is no doubt you will make it. Plough on.