Life’s Juxtaposition of Composition

Pleased that this poem was selected by the Ekphrastic Review for Sophie Tuaeber ARP.

Life’s juxtaposition,
A lack of alignment
Sometimes we move in concentric circles
Following circadian rhythm,
Or randomly staking position;
Do we strive to find common ground
Security in similarity
Or defined by individuality?
Free radicles are we who find our way
Through choice;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
The drops which slip with random lines
Down the glass.
I move through rooms
Like chess in play
I compose a thought
And find a path.

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