
Unknowns chill our futures with dread,
Through tradition, hope warms-up our way.
Families unraveled and spread.
Unknowns chill our futures with dread.
Once connected shared purposes lead
Nature’s purposeful plan in play.
Unknowns chill our futures with dread,
Through tradition, hope warms-up our way.
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Susan, your repetition gives emphasis to your message and I like how the changing lines are balanced. I see family tradition as a warm anchor in uncertain times also. Thanks for joining in on the prompt.
My pleasure. Thanks!
You’re welcome.
An inspiring poem for an uncertain world.
The repetition you’ve used exhibits for me the recurrence of fear and doubt throughout life as we enter new phases or circumstances, and reminds that for each phase this is normal, and that hope exists through our own actions. Lovely.
A beautiful comment! Definitely life is a repetitive process of uncertain outcomes. ❤
Very nicely done!
Thank-you. 😊
You are welcome!
Lovely
I like that. Traditions add a sense of stability to life.
Much appreciated. They certainly do. Even virtuous behavior requires repetition.
The repeated worry is impactful.
It sounds like a busy mind in triolet form. Thank-you. 😊
Lovely use of the form… and though repetition you brought us back to the connection we had
Thanks so much. I’d hoped for that connection.
May traditions keep us connected always! Beautifully done, Susan, the repetition works at reenforcing the idea.
Oh, much appreciated!
wow. i love the repetition, it sure did make its impact.
I’m thrilled that it did what I had hoped. Thank-you! 😊
always a pleasure, Susan 😊❤️😄