Always just sort of truly set
these ways wobble wonderfully,
or is it woefully?
Uncertain if they’re certain
about the shape
of the course
This is what has been done.
Not quite as pictured.
A very quick poem before I head to bed tonight. It was my first night back on the judo mat, so I’ve only just got home, but I didn’t want to miss the Quadrille night. Can’t wait to read the others tomorrow.
(P.S, I almost think this might count as a political poem… huh… not really done one of those before.)
Interesting–it could be political, but I like that it’s open to interpretation. I like the way the subject of the poem waffles about so, or is if wiffles, wobbles? 😉
Yes, it is very much a political poem, as well as messaging about obstinance, gaslighting and partisan effects.
I like how the ways are set wobbly wonderful.
You’ve set an interesting course, to say the least, somewhat like that of our noble(?) leader!
A wobbly political scene to say the least…I call it chaos.
It is likely never perfect Carol, but it is always an adventure.
A lovely outlook.
So nice! I really like your spin on the word “set” – is anything really truly set?
Rarely is anything really set in stone.
Maybe it is a good thing that things are not too certain… it would be disastrous if you just set out a course and followed it.
Hmmm, that sounds familiar?
I read it as purely personal, except that the personal is political