A Rock And A Hard Place

dreamscape does not gift,

depicting mother standing frail

on the edge of the world

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blue planet lit bright with night

sparklers, spinning in a black sky, 

eternity beckons in background

a footstep behind, my daughter

caught in a trance of her own sad

making, balances precariously

on one red stiletto far too high

height is far from what she needs

as earth starts to rotate faster

what to do when stretches with

all of my might, fingertips fighting

to reach fall short

caught in a dilemma of lost elastic

my mind muddled plastic, every 

fibre forced but neither look back

a lack of will on their part, i ask

who is going to let go first and curse

i am not a maker of miracles

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

It is indeed so hard to be in that place, to feel the need to help but can't for many reasons, to witness the harsh outcomes wrought by their actions. You have done your part. It is up to them to heed and listen. Life is hard. Must take hard choices sometimes. I would say love conquers all at the end. I felt this poem. The great agony. You write with impact.

[Chris Shaw]

Your thoughts and understanding Sami are appreciated. Have a good weekend.

Chris

[Sami Khalil]

You too. Thank you kindly...

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Such a sad and desperate plea I read in this as the exhausted protagonist does their best to support another with a backdrop of the reality in which we exist on planet earth. I really feel this one Chris. Another well constructed verse.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you John. No easy solutions here sadly. Just got to knuckle down and get on with it. Have a good weekend.

Chris