Since I’ve been inconsistent and sporadic with my posts the last month or so, I figured sharing a poem I wrote about inconsistency was fitting.
Enjoy:
In a lubricious world, I seek Stability. Concrete foundations, Crack Under even the most purposeful steps. Walls of stone and brick Crumble With the passing of the years. Mortar binds, Blood buries. Tenuous strings Snap. The only consistency in Life is that it ends. ******************The poem was written during a few minutes of frustration with myself, so it’s not my best work – but it’s out there. Any and all feedback is appreciated!
Victoria Elizabeth Ann 