This sevenling was inspired not by any particular prompt but by Andrea’s photo in this post yesterday. Her photo reminded me of one of the walls in my house which has a crack in it:
A fault line in the wall:
A scar from an earthquake
Or two or three, still standing —
I stand lost in thought,
Amazed yet wondering if
The next shake will make it fall —
Never quite the same again
We’ll certainly be in trouble if that wall falls down. I’m not actually worried, but it is unsettling if you think about it.
I love your thoughts here Jenna
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Glad that my crack reminded you of your crack and inspired a poem. 🙂
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walls move
cracked
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