With each stanzaI strive for an upswing –idle thoughts leadingto a crescendo… But exhaustion plaguesmy try, and fog coloursperspicacity, so my wordsland low, goal in limbo (Image my own)
An incorrigible hagengages my loneliness –like an assassin sniffing outany scent of vulnerability I am lowering standardsthis history of imprisonmentenabling inappropriate openings I cry for new perspectiveponder after boundariesintending to defend Like an unwanted bullseyeI am pursued on repeatmalice considering mea problem to be solved Who is this old womanwhose thoughts are daggerswho calls upon […]
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Thank you for sharing.
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VJ, like the eclectic, we should treasure the whimsical and quaint. Keith
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Thanks Keith.
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wow this is powerful, very well written and lovely pics … thanks for joining in the fun!
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Thank you Kate. I will keep a watch out for more.
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🙂
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