Maybe

My response to The Poetry Haul Challenge - Week 12

Maybe

There is
so much
we never see.

Past, present 
time – always
of the essence.

And yet,
as age
takes its toll

The lust
of surrender
becomes a friend.

Dinner parties
at six
no longer matter.

So maybe
our state 
is not permanent.

Maybe rain
is not 
meant to last.

Or maybe
the children
we once were

remain.

©2025 Cendrine Marrouat

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This poem is my response to The Poetry Haul Challenge - Week 12, organized by

ARTSTACK

. #artstackpoets

Prompt words: never, lust, dinner, age, six, time, past, state, rain

The Poetry Haul Challenge

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