A decent wordle was prompted yesterday at the Sunday Whirl:
***
Birds picking at the dry wood
Announce the hour has struck.
Up along the rocky hills
Sweep phantoms
Not daring to walk through new house walls.
Although we never hesitate,
Leaping across the brook divide
Between now and forever,
Demands from us exceeding efforts.
We still prefer to stick to the hollow
Contract of security.
© Mariya Koleva, 2012
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sometimes the contract of security is the safer, easier path.
I like the way you portray a certain hesitation to answer the call of adventure. I guess many people (myself included) accept the “hollow contract of safety” instead of risking a confrontation with the outer world or with one’s inner demons.
Robyn and Andra, thank you both for reading and your comments. Sadly or luckily, safety is often one’s chosen path, me included. 🙂