There’s reasoning that wants to go nowhere.
It circles back to check if I am weak
To tempt me with its nonsense, if I dare,
And if I don’t suggest that I’m too meek
Or impotent to take what it would seek.
I walk and hope each step leads to the goal.
I like those geese, obedient and whole.
I like the trees who don’t have much to say.
I like contentedness without control
Unlike this devil circling me astray.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I am hosting and we are continuing with the poetic form, the dizain. This is a poem with 10 lines, 10 syllables per line and a rhyme pattern: ABABBCCDCD. Come join us!