Simple phraseswords like scented blossomscapture my imaginationcarry me How is it,dear poet,that you sense my needswrite my revival (Image my own)
Mom said sh’e leaving Dadcan’t take it anymorewe move. Relocate. Reset. Bullying at school out of controlcan’t take it anymorewe move. Relocate. Reset. Truancy a problemthen the rapeschool says I have to go. Relocate. Reset. Sister move back homeone unhinged, the other batteredMoms says it’d be better if I leave. Relocate. Reset. Shuffle boxes from […]
I am orangein a monotone clime radiant againsta melancholic backdrop a poem withina droning monologue. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Art my own.)
I love the pic with the wire fence. It reminds me of peaceful rural areas, which we enjoy seeing during our weekend trips. Your poems are lovely.
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Thank you, Eugenia. This is from one of my favourite drives.
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Lovely.
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Thank you!
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the words and the wire fence brought back beautiful memories of my grandparents place…….they had a wire fence just like that around their garden. thank you! 🙂
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The wire fence evokes something in me too, but I can’t place it. Thanks Wendi.
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You are very welcome VJ….thank you for sharing.
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These are lovely! I like that last line “seasonal moodiness!” 😀
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Thank you!
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