…my future looks…
I believe my future looks as rosy as the lens through which I view my life today, tomorrow,
those far distant tomorrows beyond and out of reach. I’d like to plan
my future as if a garden: sow the seeds, nourish and nurture, tend and mow.
Cut back weeds and watch my garden grow. Dig the earth and yield sufficient harvest then
to sustain living once again. I’d like for flowers there to thrive
to bloom and blossom, spring through life, gift nectar for the flutterbies
and through all these days and all these nights live life like song, full harmonised.
A very quick draft, needs some reworking, response to writing 101 day 20 assignment (and with poetry in mind!)