How?! How do you expect me to do this?
I mean, I get it. Some people thrive on
This kind of challenge. But this a
Vertical rock face, and I am out of
Shape. You told me we were going on a
Hike through the canyon. You did not tell me
That I was going to have to be some
Kind of daredevil if I don’t want to
Have to hike the three miles
Back along the creek to the car.
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I wrote this poem following Linda Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt ‘how.’ If you would like to read more about her challenge, check out her sight here: https://lindaghill.com/2022/04/08/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-april-9-2022/
therichardbraxton 
I love the instant connection I feel to these natural words!
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Thank you. Unless I am going for some specific effect, I try to write with the same words I would speak with. I think it helps to make poetry approachable. I am glad to see you have a similar feeling. 😀
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Your poem reminded me of the time I spent last fall with my brother, in Colorado. We had way too many “hikes” of three miles or longer, that included climbing, of course. Nice response to the prompt!
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This was something that happened to me about 20 years ago, and I did make it up the wall. It wasn’t easy, but the alternative would have me jumping back and forth across the creek on the top of slick boulders. And I had already fallen in the creek two or three times. lol 😀
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Great poem full of honest angst against the sneakiness of life 💜
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“The sneakiness of life.” I really like that line! Thanks for the read and the nice comment. 😀
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It was a pleasure 💜
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