Toward Hard Horizons

The point sometimes is

so evident only a

rock on top of

noggin will settle this

persistence for an explanation

as to why I

choose to favour poetry

over prose; I really

can’t be blowed to

extend any idea beyond

its natural conclusion. That

would be unfair to

both me and the

original inspiration that bought

this to the fore.

Perhaps you’d like depth

and wisdom; read a

book then. Or find

out for yourself; you

have a mind of

your own that I

don’t care to pry

or insist on knowing.

But don’t expect to

find it here. I speak

openly of my emotions

and for that I

cannot apologise if it

doesn’t measure up to

any expectations you bring

or take from this.

The future’s too grey

for anything but speculation,

but I can leave

it for those following

hereafter to pass any

value or judgement on

what I’m doing now.

And if it comes

that nothing happens, or

that I am easily

forgotten, then that’s fine.

It’s their call, not

mine. But it won’t

matter anyway. I’m

just crossing off part

of my bucket list.

Where’s yours?


© 2017 L. Tafa


Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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