Random Access Poetry: Day Fifteen
Obscured light,
tinted green
by time’s
forward march –
Somewhere,
a sign waits,
a stationary signal
of some sort
left by someone
and the only question
is whether we follow
the path forward
or forge our own
PS — this was inspired by the daily Flickr Promptr site created by John Johnston — come write you own poem!
This!!
“and the only question
is whether we follow
the path forward
or forge our own”