Never know now

 Troth isn’t truth till it’s tested.

Never know now

“I thought we were roommates,” they said.

But we’re not.

A covenant of convenience is quickly crashed

Like a motor piloted by multiple drivers … or none.

No radiant rhythm a helix undoes.

And winding ways whirl wanderers awry,

Leaving only rubber tread marks.

“I thought we were roommates,” they said.

A borrowed corkscrew marks the place,

Recalling revelries and wild adventures

And pointing to fervent friends,

But we’re not.

Coiling spirals may sound redundant,

Especially if uttered in a taxing rasp.

But the emphasis bears merit.

A covenant of convenience is quickly crashed.

When we skip our standards and merely improvise,

Where do we land?

If we ignore our allegiance, do we not become

Like a motor piloted by multiple drivers … or none?

c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

31 Days of Poetry and Writing: Write about believing without seeing. (9)

31 Writing Prompts: What do you like to do during car rides, if you’re not the driver? (9)

ABC Wednesday: “N”

Daily Post: “realize” (6)

Meme Express: “taxing”

OctPoWriMo: “spiral” – with “helix,” “winding,” “corkscrew,” and “coiling” – CASCADE POEM (9)

One-Liner Wednesday: “I thought we were roommates.”

Simply Snickers: “improvise”

Three Word Wednesday: “radiance,” “rasp,” and “rhythm”

#OctPoWriMo #BeWOW #1linerWeds

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