Moods on a merry-go-round
That spins archaic sorrows
Into the freshest battleground.
A round of Cluedo
To pass the baton of blame,
Point fingers at the culprit,
Condemn them from a pulpit,
Make a skin-of-teeth escape
Yourself, win another day
To placate the carousel.
This poem has a great rhythm and flow to it with so few words.
Love it
That's exactly how my days go. I especially like that the poem seems dark without the title, but with the title in consideration it lightens and uplifts it, and provides the solution to the problem.
Although the poem does not need it and is perfect as it is, the analogy could extend to dominoes too.
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Holden Moncrieff
Tue 16th Mar 2021 22:09
Thank you so much, Aviva ? I love the dominoes idea!
And thank you Martin, I really appreciate it!