The prompt for the 13th Oct :
Art In The Wayward Mind
This wayward mind wanders
off course
an interminable inventor of wild
imaginings
remodeling, reshaping a woeful
reality
tortured until it turns again to
truth
and finds the narrow
path
and
follows
And for the 14th Oct:
Movement And Words
He gently rubs the damp cloth over
his trainers
revealing a white area on the
old canvas
one by one he slowly unravels the two
blue laces.
Dreamily he watches a fly walk nearby on
grey tiles
And thinks, you have no idea how lucky
you are
Out on the downs he runs, runs, slowly
at first
Then, words fight inside his head, explode
back , forth
He speeds up , they get louder, his breath
gives out
He stops,
Falls to the floor,
Sobs softly
.
.
I could totally relate to your day 14 poem. The story flows well, builds up, until it can go no further, just like the man...
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