With each stanzaI strive for an upswing āidle 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 […]
I love that last verse, that is how I feel, outside the lines suits me better.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You do it well, too! Thanks.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you VJ
LikeLiked by 1 person
I like this. Outside the lines…so much more interesting. Bending them when needed.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks – flexibility essential,
LikeLike
Outside the lines is where our creativity comes from and yours is brilliant! ā¤
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you! You always make my day.
LikeLiked by 1 person
As you always make mine sharing your beautiful heart and photography in your posts! ā¤
LikeLiked by 1 person
You have some absolutely marvelous lines. š š
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ha ha – thanks.
LikeLike
Outside the lines makes for interesting poetry!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Absolutely!
LikeLiked by 1 person