Poetry of the day

          

   Raw

 

Nothing quite works

out right;

families, professions, friends,

books, drinks, gods.

Can`t be otherwise

of course,

in a chance accident

of molecules in a universe

dead or on constant fire.

Life is after all an odd thing;

freak, raw, inefficient; full

of imagination.

About ctaposh

Cartoonist,poet,social activist,development banker, documentary filmmaker,reader of books and realities, slow ponderer of questions milling around. Lately given up on jobs; gone free at last.
This entry was posted in clues, poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s