Avoiding Clichés
By Big Frank Dickinson
Not in the pink,
Not walking a tightrope,
Nor blazing a trail.
Still perched on solitude.
Not strolling down memory lane,
Not being proactive,
Nor chewing my cud.
This will not last.
Not a little piece of heaven,
Not out of the blue,
Nor the cloud’s silver lining.
Make me more of this.
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