#22

Poetry. Again. I know. I'm not against poetry I just balk at the writing of it. SDM anticipated that and wrote it into the prompt. So I plunged ahead. 3 of the lines in the following poem were dictated by the prompt. Just three, though.

The delicious fragility of this travesty
Where we still laugh and wish
Makes my heart incautious
I tie a ribbon in a foolish way

The exquisite instability of this fraternity
Where we still shout and rage
Makes my breath come searing
I throw my weight in a furious way

The excruciating singularity of this finality
Where I still dream and hope
Makes my soul desolate
I grasp nothing in a futile way