Poetry

Playgrounds

Written by Jacob Ibrag

There isn’t a plan and there aren’t any rules.

We’re a collective making sense of the senseless. Making

meaning where there isn’t any. Structuring a system that plants

our feet. We’re afraid to fly past the idea of limitations. What if there

aren’t any? What if this isn’t where we’re supposed to finish? I see

playgrounds in the sky. I see the world from another light.


Photo by Joseph Gruenthal

12 comments on “Playgrounds

  1. Wonderful poetry πŸ™‚

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Lainie Levin

    YES. Just imagine – if we actually DID allow ourselves to imagine….?

    Liked by 1 person

  3. We’re all, searching for the answers in our lives, in our own, unique ways.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Great read. I especially like the ending.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Totally beautiful. The audio gave an extraπŸ”₯.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Thank you for sharing

    Liked by 1 person

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