Swept Up By Illusions

Every moment of the day there should be someone
shouting from the rooftops, "Life, enjoy it while you can.”
                   — Marty Rubin

bursting the bubble of entertainment — the call
                   — ME 

SWEPT UP BY ILLUSIONS

time in tick tock tick
   with a pendulum sickle
and grim reaper cloak
  of today the sun’s shining
    picayune of pink roses

3/15/2020

*since contest must be anonymous, I simply put “Me”
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Krutsinger Avatar
March 17, 2020 at 3:38 PM
"with a pendulum sickle and grim reaper's cloak" - you have captured the feelings of this week in this one!
Rodrigues Avatar
March 17, 2020 at 7:05 PM
Thanks, Caren!
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