life's wheel spinning
A poetic response from Sebastian Tombs to our post - wheel of fortune - on Unpsychology Substack
Some say that the world is hardening,
constricting into absences,
near misses
with some dark abysses,
somehow holding life
in thrall.
Others say that life's like gardening,
despite the frictions,
contradictions,
keeping tilling
where the willing hope
is welling.
Both are telling
me a truth -
as each say has a voice
compelling
me to doubt convictions,
turn inside out,
look at it all.
If we can be true to ourselves,
and honest brokers
for our failings,
hearty in our attitude
and hope-filled in this interlude,
so we can showcase
we've a locus
ready to feel gratitude.
A poetic response from Sebastian Tombs to our post - wheel of fortune - on Unpsychology Substack
Some say that the world is hardening,
constricting into absences,
near misses
with some dark abysses,
somehow holding life
in thrall.
Others say that life's like gardening,
despite the frictions,
contradictions,
keeping tilling
where the willing hope
is welling.
Both are telling
me a truth -
as each say has a voice
compelling
me to doubt convictions,
turn inside out,
look at it all.
If we can be true to ourselves,
and honest brokers
for our failings,
hearty in our attitude
and hope-filled in this interlude,
so we can showcase
we've a locus
ready to feel gratitude.