The second of my collections of poems written for "Express It In Eight." |
| Wandering Wandering has no goal it’s an undirected roll the horizon is its limit and chance is what we give it. Just to travel is enough over roads both smooth and rough the goal is not the end fulfillment’s round the bend. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 09.23.25 Prompt: Write a poem about wandering. |