Lines Poem by Joan Hart
Lines
Lines
Drawn in the sand
Surround us
Where we stand
Immobile,
We are trapped
Our decisions
Planned and mapped
We’re trained
In every thought -
Originality
Isn’t taught
Do we dare
Step out of line?
Leave the world we know
Behind?
Sounds like you're doing just that. A powerfully presented response to the current political system, perhaps? Succinct and ironic, it's a pleasure to read a poet who doesn't over-egg the pudding. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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4/29/2024 6:10:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
awesome :) nice rythm