Rosemary [ Friday Writings ] asks we respond to a provocative question:
"This world has no meaning. Why fucking bother?”
Also Submitted to Lisa and the dVerse Poets Pub ~ Open Link Night
'The
woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and
miles
to go before I sleep'. ** Robert Frost **
you ask me why, why bother at all?
i have stood in that question's shadow
in a world that shrugs at meaning
should i forget the sound
of my own footsteps
it will only grow louder
the woods are lovely, dark, and deep
but i haven't come this far
to lie down in them just yet
meaning is not found ..
it is made in the small
insistence "of staying"
so why bother?
because my story is not done
because love has not released me
because there are miles before me
i walk them, shoulders back
gloriously awake