Equestrian
A poem in response to Tej’s prompt “Storm”
Reins of mind controlled by plans
thousands wrapped to be futile.
World’s upside down in such a short span.
We got trapped in our own isle.
Wrath was rained by a storm,
virus paved its own path
leaving us to live a life in a new form.
Sucking lives, skewing routines — aftermath.
Many bravely fought
So many we lost.
Lifetime lessons were taught
We are still paying heavy cost.
Rainbow peeking from curtains of cloud
hope perking up igniting warmth in the darkness.
Look around remove the shroud
You still are equestrian, claim back your harness.
Life as we live it
Not as we plan it.
~ti_ka?
This poem is in response to Tej‘s “Storm” prompt . Thank you for tagging me in your beautiful piece “ A Mystical Game”
It is part of the Never-Ending poetry chain started by Martin Rushton:
I’m further tagging some of poets I admire to continue this chain with prompt -” Sonder”
(Feel free to skip If you’ve already contributed to the chain)
FILZA CHAUDHRY, Amy Marley, Navya Gupta, Rohini Singh, Arundhati V. S, Ayasha Khan, Srinath, Ivette Cruz, Erica Donaldson-Ellison, Kevin E. Pittack Jr.
Thank you for reading.
