Everyday the struggle harden
at times smiles creep in, at times tears
but none have come to stay
a leap of joy and rest are
countless numbers of time taken
but none have showed its face for long;
But with a fast spin as of pirouette
on a pointé
these tender hands have finally touched the switch.
This is a poem I wrote from a prompt on Sharpened Vision, a poetry course on Coursera.
Writing a poem on: The (a concrete idea) of (an abstract idea).