#1109344 added February 27, 2026 at 12:15am Restrictions: None
Worthy Reach
You grasp at what's not really there.
You seek, but still can't find.
You hope through shifting sand's despair.
You see, but still you're blind.
Do you ask for help? Not often enough.
Do you work with minimal tools?
Do you honor those for whom you doff
the hat to show, who rules?
The Emerald Isle exceeds thy grasp,
but music fills thy pate.
The motivations of thy task
are really rather great!
'Tis time to reach out for the goal,
though fog is all around.
You are still strong, your wisdom whole,
your gifts do full abound.
Your grasp still reaches when others shrink.
You press on without fear.
You work unbound by what others think.
Your motivation's clear.
line count: 20
poetry form: quatrains of iambic tetrameter & iambic trimeter couplets
prompt number: 15 (February 15th, 2026)