Marooned on a planet,
whose axial tilt seems
to have taken an undeniable
swing to the right,
and shows clear signs of
blurred boundaries,
I refuse to give in to
hopeless lamentation.

I fill a radical sky with rainbows,
line up candles on window sills,
make deals with angels, elves,
and a couple of trolls
to stir things up a little,
and spray pink graffiti
on imaginary walls.

 

 

© november child
in response to The Sunday Whirl Wordle 287
Blur
photo credit: designveryeasy.com
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