The perplexed prospective

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P.C :- Pinterest; Reena Saxena

Retrospective cosmos*,

With sanguinity in stead,

Dares to lay hands on,

Oh so! Delicate strings of gossamer,

Aware of its tenacious inward strength,

Albeit fragile outward deceptiveness,

These layers of maze it well knows.

Oft a muddle of incomprehension,

The perplexed prospective,

Gleaning for cues,

Anxious as much to mess with a mighty lair,

As to tickle a touch me not shrub,

Refrainment would be its approach,

Treading on ice, is that how it’d be?

75 words.

Cosmos * :- Here, cosmos can be interpreted as universe as a whole or a train of thought.

Thoughts :- Always an easy task to work backwards than forwards, retrospect has an edge, undoubtedly. Thrill, nevertheless lies in unfolding layers of unknown.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for running the Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 154. The challenge is to use the above picture as a prompt for your piece. Thank you Eugenia for running the Eugi’s Weekly Prompt Challenge, the word for the previous week was “Cosmos”. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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