The world is always playing
rock paper scissors
running familiar cycle
we all know the way,
the design wasn't meant
to have kings and pawns
its only what we make
and only what we say,
though we are ultimately
just pieces of the sea
each drop standalone
still all must play,
the mighty rocks fall
before slender supple paper
one of life's switchbacks
so long, tough break...
Love the burst of "switchback" in the last stanza! Interesting thoughts!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this. Played it often in my youth.
ReplyDeleteLoved the third verse!
ReplyDeleteInteresting take on the prompt. How often have we all played R,P, S!
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone !
ReplyDeleteA creative play on a familiar game...I also love the third verse!!
ReplyDeleteA very unique take on the prompt..good one..
ReplyDeletedeep read. I could not help but think of how paper loses strength when it comes in contact with water.
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