Must every plaint cause us to faint?
Each day brings junk to jeopardize,
To jerk us into compromise.
Though face-plant calls,
Forget the falls.
I’d rather skip and seek the skies.
No lasting jabber do I mean,
Nor knowingly to scoff at spleen.
It’s just that joy
Does me employ
To give a jump and then come clean.
Sure, we could moan at woes unjust;
And to address these, yes we must.
But jolly still
Beneath the chill,
I’d rather dance than bite the dust.
c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson
Image:
Adapted by this user from vintage artwork.
This poem was posted
in response to these prompts:
April A to Z Blog
Challenge
National Poetry
Writing Month / NaPoWriMo
One-Liner Wednesday:
See subtitle.
Meme
Express: “face-plant”
Stream of Consciousness
Saturday: “give” or “given” or “giving”
Three-Word
Wednesday: “jabber,” “knowingly,” and “lasting”
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me too. Dance while you can.
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