The stew being stagnant,
I swim to the edge of the pot,
reach up to rim and pull
myself out.
The others, resigned to the stupor,
stay.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019
Image by LoggaWiggler from Pixabay
Resignation: A Something Poem
Posted byThe Silly-Savvy SalopianPosted inSomething PoemsTags:free verse, individuality, poem, recipe for disaster, resignation, self-confidence, sensibility, stagnation, stew, stupor
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Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered. View more posts
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