Forever stuck in stagnant marshlands,
we’re tied to routines, ruts to nowhere
still and stale, no breeze, static. moored
we’re, muted, we’re bored — Oh Lord
please send us tempests, gales
and hand us plight of snow and hale.
send adventures, but please, no wars.
The Quadrille today is hosted by Mish at dVerse, and the word is static.
“That which is static and repetitive is boring. That which is dynamic and random is confusing. In between lies art.” ~ John Locke
May 2, 2022