Spelunking
Swimming in my sorrows, I’m obliged, I fear, to share them.
My friends all shrink away and hide, hoping I will spare them.
But worries are a mother lode, and each of us a piner,
tunneling into all our woes like a trauma miner.
Then relating all of them in streams without a comma,
turning everyone we meet into a surrogate momma.
Prompt words for today are swim, oblige, sorrow, miner and comma.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Love this poem Judy
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Thanks, Sadje. Bit of a stretch wedding these words.
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You’re so good at it.
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It’s amazing how you can take five disparate words and create a poem around them. You are awesome, Judy.
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Thanks, Andrea. This was done in an incredible hurry as I only had a short amount of time before we had to leave… Great incentive for using as many prompt words as possible in as few sentences as possible.
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Marvelous poem, Judy.
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Thanks, Dolly.
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You are welcome, dear Judy.
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Thanks, Dolly. May I not share too many with you…
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I’m not afraid of much, but caving is one of the few. Nope, not for me. And oh, that poem. It speaks to all of us.
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