It's Still Life

for Poetic Bloomings #230

And It Keeps On

In the east where the sunrise
sings, faint horn of a train rings.
Dawn is gone — a flash and burn,
counting milestones.

I want to live where I can
remain. See the seasons. Rain
scour — blow against my door.
Live. Let live today.

PB #230 Motivation, Poetic Form Dodoitsu (7.7.7.5) Photo by Jack Anstey on Unsplash

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