This is written for FOWC: Putrid and this prompt using the word “crawl.” The form I used is called a Spenserian Quintilla, which I learned about on this blog. This poem is really pessimistic, somewhat of an exaggeration, but I’m sharing it anyway. 🙂 Sometimes, I let the negativity have its voice and then figure out how to smash it later.
There’s difficulty up ahead:
As crawling through a putrid swamp
Is how life feels. Trouble has led
To even more, when will it end?
Before all breaks to pieces, Jesus, heavens rend!
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I’m glad it’s an exaggeration. It does describe 2020 pretty well though!
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We usually call to Jesus for salvation. This is an interesting take that the salvation may come from the book of revelations.
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If the future (“difficulty up ahead”) seems hard as compared to today’s “putrid swamp,” then our hope can only come from Jesus. And we know He is our hope. 🙂
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