For Day 3 of National Poetry Writing Month. Today’s prompt is to make a list of ten words, and use Rhymezone to build a bank of words for use in a poem.. Here goes.

\\\* Without a care the sparrow flits between the trees oblivious of the need to fret for bread or bed but returns each day to its nest, its place of rest from the coming and the going - from first light to the gloaming - and the cycling of the seasons as they decay; birth and death, being and becoming.

The heart bears the weight of anxiety, the pressure of the need to sate the thirsts of the body and the soul for touch and for knowing and the gnawing pain of failing and falling and doubting.

In the end we trade the caul first for a shawl and then the shroud of dissolution. So live anyway.