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How loathsome (fearsome)

         tasks ahead -

vital or mundane

 

Where failure lurks,

         and glares,

         and taunts

with each “perfection” feigned

 

And if the chore might reach the depth

         of soul, or grief, or awe

 

Too weak the hands and heart would be

         to aptly stand the flaw

Author's Note

So, after MANY months of a sleeping (presumed dead) Muse, as well as chasing a few demons - this. *sigh*

Reviews

[Troy Henson]

Do I sense a little writers block Rita?
No matter the reasons why if any at all, life can bring about the nexpected change and sometimes we just need to put things on the back burner a while.
Hope your well Rita 😊

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Troy - writer's block and Life have been keeping me away. Hope you are doing well!

[CD Campbell]

Hi Rita. It's been a while, how are you? Very interesting beat to this one. It seems to me that the cadence never skips or stutters, but you kind of go from an odd meter in the first half to an even meter in the second. It can be interpreted from going to chaos into order. It was awesome to read aloud. You sigh in your comments as if this was an effort not fully realized. I disagree and not in a Mr. Rogers kind of way. You need to post something else up and soon. CD

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you for your thorough, kind, and honest review. Chaos into order is, I suppose, what I am always seeking. :) Hoping to post again soon. Thanks again!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when life becomes a chore, when we are always worried about failure...we fail to go for it---
almost as if we are worried more about succeeding than failing...even the mundane can be comforting, but cannot be afraid to go for the vital.
you are definitely back....great flow, nice rhyme scheme...many levels to this.
j.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thanks so much, Jacob. That fear is so irrational, and yet so real...