in the gallop and the lunge,
what is lost, abandoned, or betrayed?
Can we cling to the past,
lashed like sailors to the mast
while the hurricane of progress
escalates?
If we artists do our part,
depicting visions of the heart,
will we slow the pace of time
with our images and rhymes?
What happens if we relinquish
this crusade?
2 comments:
Diane, this has such a fun rhythm. And it rhymes. It's different than your usual, but I enjoyed. And the modern reality it expresses is so true.
Thanks! This one was fun to write...
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