For the 100-word count story this week at Friday Fictioneers, I wrote in quatrains of poetic verse on 8-syllable line counts. I have no good reason for this really – I just did. (Maybe the patterned composition of the staircase image prompt inspired me to emulate the same.) I guess, sometimes, “just because” is simply reason enough. 😉
I’m winded by the winding path,
upward, onward…might it de-rail?
I’m blinded by the blinding light
shadowing my intended trail.
Hazy, disrupted dream, it seems,
is deluding me through and through;
replaying, night after endless night,
beckoning me, Come into
A realm, which endless lies ahead
into that great abeyant, full
of unknown fate, spiraling dread –
but ne’er for the willing or want.
My confidence has no rebound,
as remorse takes it toll on me.
Mind flounders downward o’er the ledge –
no aspiring craved fantasy.
Another night, another chance…
Perhaps I’ll yet reach ecstasy.
© 2013 jody love
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