A Bizarre Poem


Note:  in case you wonder, no substances were consumed in the creation of this poem😉

Trapped in maze I’ve

Crafted by hand saw

During pandemic scare

Armed with only selfchatter

Unfinished thoughts

Dangling ideas, half-phrases

Ragged ponders, odd musings

I crawl through mind’s wreck

Not daring to look back

(After what happened

To Lot’s wife)…

Perhaps this is vague

Last land where

Opportunity is stashed

Quandary:  should I

Seek, descend rabbit

Hole—or search for

Lantern at end of

Proverbial tunnel?

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

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