Routine

Routine

A Poem by Caroline Blair
"

explanation kills the art

"
March had come and gone, 
leaving less beautiful than it arrived. 
And we still drive down the same roads we did 8 years ago. 
The ones of ordinary people
and ordinary cars
with their ordinary wheels, 
just spinning, spinning, spinning. 
So within repeated rotations, 
I felt a subtle sadness. 
This was a feeling that lived and breathed and smiled despite it’s own nature. 
And deep down, 
this was a feeling that wanted, so badly, 
to be ripped from routine.

© 2016 Caroline Blair


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Added on August 12, 2016
Last Updated on August 12, 2016
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