I’m trying this again this week. Another random selection, although it was the sixth choice. Maybe not so random then, like rolling a pair of dice until you get an acceptable result. I’ll post today a sonnet sans commentary. Let this simmer over the weekend.
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Uncertainty #178 Uncertainty can press the mind to wail In darkness cloaked, directed by the winds. And knowing not, the circumstance rescinds Ability to navigate the gales Of all outrageous fortune life provides When seeking that safe haven in the storm. When all seems lost, you only seek the warm Embrace of knowledge so your fear subsides. To turn the tide, you only need to know Your rigging's fixed and rudder set aright With compass firmly set and wind behind, You set your course, your purpose redefined. That port will come in view by morning's light. These trials faced were meant for you to grow. Frank Garnick © Copyright The Archer's March 07 October 2022
Thanks for reading and have a wonderful weekend, see you Monday. Well, hopefully I’ll have a Sunday Song too, rough week.
Or buy me a coffee.