Image: Begging is tiring (here)
11 of 12 given words:
prayer morning bread desire skywards
ancestral flawed many tracked birth
skillet (a long-handled saucepan.)
3WW given words
radiance rhythm
rasp (to utter with a grating sound)
A silent prayer for the morning bread
Desire shored up skywards for directions
Pandering from ancestral times to date
Flawed perhaps but they sought redemption
Many got side-tracked blaming Providence
Skillet overflowed but devoid of goodness
Misfortune of birth recoiled sans radiance
Rasp whinings with no rhythm but emptiness
MMT's Sunday Whirligig #81
Thomg's 3WW week#501
The things some have to do to just survive and keeping living each day are sure horrible indeed.
ReplyDeleteSo many hungry children in the world...
ReplyDeleteSo sad.
ReplyDeleteSo heart touching, so sad, yet it is so very evidently true.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Well written poem about a very sad truth.
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