Intention

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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