PAD Challenge #15 For Poetic Asides
For today’s prompt, write a “just when you thought it was safe” poem.
Some Fancy Footwork
Getting close now, to an ending,
bending toward that finish line,
defined by random circumstances.
Suddenly know what had been unknown.
Dancing with a devil, that knows
no fear, can only hear his constant
Would like to start brand new chapter,
but last one isn’t done, barely begun,
or so it seems. So, we dance: two
steps forward, then three back,
while trying to avoid widening crack
in concrete at our feet.
Would love to stop, but that is not
an option, must keep prancing, always
looking for chance to find completion.
Neatly folded, tied into bundle to be
shuffled off to Buffalo.
Right. Like, where the hell is Buffalo,
and why would anyone go there? Can’t
find a prayer that would work, not become
more than knee jerk reaction. Never
factored a plan to follow and hollow
feeling keeps right on unreeling. Finds
no traction for further action that might
be taken, and faking it is way too much effort.
Meanwhile, that heavy breather draws
ever nearer, and just keeps
Elizabeth Crawford 11/15/10