NaPoWriMo #20 Doggerel: The Last Resort



Everything changes

nothing stays the same

left at rest, one’s restless mind

soon plays other games.


Scent barely whiffed in passing

floral, musky, sweet

can upset equilibrium

sweep strong men off their feet.

~ ~

Butterfly flaps happily by

tsunamis hit Saigon,

tree falls in the forest

trade winds bless Ceylon.


One can’t predict good fortune

foresee drear tragedy

the only thing one’s left to do

is very simply be.

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