
(Photo: Inbar Asif)
As she rose out of
Her previous life’s bramble,
She knew there was going to be
The opportunity
To gamble.
With the way her life
Could turn.
With costs and possible
Return.
On what she’d have to do
Again.
And yet, there was, she hoped,
So much
To gain.
So when once more her choice of cards fell
In a shamble,
She laughed because it was
Just a preamble,
To craft herself a new
Ensemble.
Written just for fun, for Linda’s SoCS prompt of “amble”
Wonderful ambling through your wonderful poem!
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Yay hurray! I’d amble with you any day my friend (though preferably not through the bramble … 😉 )
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Definitely not through the bramble would we amble 🙂
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Yeah, I’d rather amble amidst flowers, on the banks of a burbling stream, with raspberries and blueberries lining the path. For a snack. 🙂
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Mmm… now you’re talkin’!
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😀
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Well done.
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Absolutely a great poem full of ambles 💜💜
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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Yay! It was an ample gamble …. 😉
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Indeed 👍🏼
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😀
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Yay hurry! I am so glad my gamble did not end up a shamble … 😉
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Indeed 💜💜
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Thanks, Sadje! I clearly had fun with it! 😀
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You’re welcome!
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😀
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