This poem is presented in its rough draft form for the PAD 2023 challenge and will be revised.
“Still the Same”
-after William Wordsworth
Over two hundred years ago the
weight of society felt heavy. A world
rushing away from traditions. Is
today just a republished history page, too?
The concrete rivals the mountains. Much
of our meaning lives in clouds with
passwords to protect our hearts. Us,
an idea we’ve discarded of late.
My faith shaken by disposable days and
glass touches. We need a mortal connection soon.
Poetic Form: Golden Shovel
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