The translation…
CAUGHT…
On blank pages, directionless
a fugitive of yesterday’s words
last months news
spinning in dilemma
which way to turn,
rest emptied in today?
The facile, the foreseen, sure!
(It is expected - my little life)
Or do I, would I dare
step into tomorrow
pull strings attached by the invisible
I stop and breathe, I listen
the voices of other
so thunderously loud
and yes, damn yes…
I am tempted, I am torn
I am broken,
my worded pieces, scattered
caught in a spiral
of caring and knowing
black ink with no words
is nothing.
I am caught in ephemeral
tomorrow
Today’s prompt for Pentober 100 handwritten word stories was CAUGHT.
The words so suit the structure. There’s an urgency to the pacing, a necessary speed, words spilling out but beautifully aligned. Love it.
Are you OK? Are you melancholy because of world events (and the arrival of autumn) or has something else happened?
Beautiful words, penned in your beautiful hand. 🥰