For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #191
loser, tangle, say, endeavor, spacecraft, lunatic,
planets, angels, tread, forever, spread, spinning
Sometimes felt like a loser, a lunatic
forever spinning through life in her small
spacecraft of hope, even though she
knew what many said about not entering
where angels fear to tread.
A tangled endeavor at best, this attempt
to spread a web of cheer and kindness
on this fast dying planet of seeming uncaring.
Yet, she found herself continuing to plant seeds:
one good deed after another.
Elizabeth Crawford 12/14/14