There’s a time to wrestle with words.
The riddle of our complexes
renders frustration,
so we settle in our familiar stalemate.
The resolution
a fainthearted acceptance
of grudges decades in the making.
Instead, let me extend a hand –
Walk with me?
Walk With Me?
a wonderful poem and pic —
Thanks for saying so.
A beautiful place to walk, indeed.
Indeed: White Cedar Swamp Trail, Cape Cod National Seashore.
Well written!!!
Thanks for sharing…
Thanks for taking the time to say so.
Hello Richard, I enjoyed this poem and the picture is very unusual it complemented the poem.
Thanks for taking the time to say so!
Walk with me? I like the way the photo shows a path to walk. The path curves, the walkers stroll ahead but cannot see where they are heading. Of course, that is the same with every path we take in life.
We might freeze if we saw any further.