I wander without direction

Intention, the falling petals

of delicate blooms

wilting in the summer sun


too soon, too late


I could be discouraged

I could let finer details disrupt

I could deny truth that waits

in the deep in-between


too close, too far


I should shift direction

I should shuffle the cards

I should silently steal inspiration

from this stark situation


so now


I move with purpose

Intention, the fertile soil

of a creative soul

awakened by the summer sun


photo: Pixabay

prompts: #AprilFalls18, #Thurstale, #WritersWrite, WordPress Daily Prompt, Poetic Asides


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