PAD Challenge Day 30: "Cul-de-sac" and "Cut-off"

PAD Challenge Day 30

Prompt: Write a dead end poem.

Cul-de-sac

Life,
Turning me around again, huh?
Or is it me this time,
not paying attention?

Cut-off
 
Don’t count the years of knowing them.
Because sometimes-at-times,
Time doesn’t mean anything to anyone.
Even when they began to smell different.
Whipped into shape or out of align---
don’t mind their beauty either.
They can look pretty. Do pretty things. Say pretty things.
Talk of mustard seed. While planting a crooked one with rusty water.
 
Recollect the times they rooted you in real tight.
Stood by your stem.
Watched over its youth like the Father, the Sun and the Son.
Dared you to branch out, even when only their petals were blooming
and your life’s trembling leaves shook wild.
Don’t tally your exchange of good seeds to their gorgeous pots.
Because that was supposed to be God’s doing.
Reminisce, in your period of evolution,
while you were stretching--
We’re they flowering or arranging dead ends for your soul?

DElegantOne

Me and my favorite: Sunflower. Keep your head-up to the sun and Son! Peace! Love! :-)

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