To Daunt

In the very wake of prominence, 

of opportunity, 

Life seems to do nothing--

But to daunt. 

Unconscious joys would flood, rainwater on an already satiated field. 

Now time pleads for rain, but none is given. 

It seems life offers little perception, 
Little guidance I used to receive without looking. 

Reviews

[@zeewhykay]

"Unconscious joys would flood, rainwater on an already satiated field."

A most beautifully painted picture, a moment frozen in time, nailed on a cross for us to admire. I appreciate your ability to communicate, it is unique.

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid poem of the daunting things. Bravo, ma'm...:)........

[Madeline]

Thank you!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)......................

[Jennie Baron]

Your diction and "voice" indeed make this poem exceptional, plus I like poems that are brief and to the point. Outstanding!

[Madeline]

Thank you! I have been working on brevity, it's been a theme for me for a while. Glad you liked it

[Jordan]

Your diction incites my inner philosopher.. I want to read infinitely more.

[Madeline]

Wow, thank you! You're so profound

[Jordan]

Anytime. :)

[MAC]

oh love this.....very nicely expressed

[Madeline]

thank you very much, appreciate it!