Rusty Adventure

Drudges and thralls
caged in clocks,
welding days into years.
Wages unlock gates
for … a holiday.

They fly across the world
to stand on borrowed ground,
marvel at the same sky,
bronze in the same sun,
convinced it’s better.

Yet back home,
the same Earth is
dimmed, diluted,
dull.

Why?

Is it receipts they admire,
or the story they post?

Conforming to filtered joy,
oblivious to their own.

Why reach for foreign rust,
when gold gleams beneath their feet?

© 2025 WolverineLily 🌺

Author’s Note:
A sunset got tangled in street cables above the lamps. Not a postcard-worthy view, but perhaps even more beautiful. What’s the point of faraway wonders before exploring your own backyard?

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Author: Wolverine Lily

This blog is a reflection of my unpredictable journey through life, full of Dreams, Humor and Surprises! I write poems to heal, prose to consolidate my thoughts, and stories to entertain. I like to write about love because it’s a beautiful thing that everyone seeks. Whether you're looking for a comforting read or a burst of laughter, my blog offers a little bit of everything, as I navigate the wonderful chaos of life. I share insights on parenting, poetry, health, fitness, and more. Feel free to reach out!

10 thoughts on “Rusty Adventure”

    1. I kept circling: rented, foreign… borrowed finally landed. Perhaps the best fit, I think. So, “Unborrowed” could mean many things. But the real question is: what does it mean to you?
      — Thanks for reading it.

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      3. You little devil you. See, that’s why I adore you. I know, that’s too American for such a sweet Polish rose like you, for I know well of the laconic attitude of the Eastern European. I pray you excuse my excess.

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