Written for:  Elizabeth’s Creativity Challenge – Day 37

Word for Today:  Path

Paths criss-crossed, and at times,
circled back around. Took some
chances, many on impulse,
but life was never dull–or not
for long. In my play, I gathered
scenes. Some were pleasant,
others not.  Each taught me a lesson,
necessary to the act in order
for the play to move forward.
Now, I react. Grew up in a time
of racial unrest, war, and women
not equal to men. Through
the years, a war ended, racial
tensions seemed to be fading,
and women fought for equality.
Paths criss-crossed, and circled
back around. Bigotry is at
an all time high, wars never
end, and women are still fighting.
We cannot keep spinning around,
landing back at our beginnings. It is
dizzying. It is not progress.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Circles

  1. 1sojournal says:

    You are right, this isn’t progress. It is self defeating. And I believe that is exactly what it was intended to be.



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