The Long Road–Four Landays
Spent all her life looking for the man,
while the man spent his life looking at all the women.
Why doesn’t life give us what we want?
Most likely because we have never known what we want.
At the point where life starts to wear out,
ironically, life starts to be enough for us.
At the beginning of a long trip,
we hardly ever know where we are really going.
The NaPoWriMo Prompt today was to write a landay. A landay has only a few formal properties. Each has twenty-two syllables: nine in the first line, thirteen in the second.
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I am on one of those long trips right now .. thanks for being part of it.
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Just an island in the stream.
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Beautiful pic and a thought provoking post.
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“At the beginning of a long trip we hardly know where we are going.” I love this line about life. It can also apply to the ending. 🙂
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Thanks, Dorann. You are right. Perhaps you’ve suggested another stanza.
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