Petals:I’ve counted thempressed thempreserved them Dropsof sentimentprescientpretenders Trivialpursuits of passiongaming for lovechildish ploys Petalsfickle as the seasonselusive as joytoo soon expended. (For Eugi’s Weekly Prompt: petals. Image my own.)
It’s just a moth, I offeredthat blue moon nightrattling windowschafing nerves We’d chosen exile –sister and I – refuge from family demons, not ours to claim Innocence borrowsresponsibility – I boreit like a badge;she shattered Could not discriminatedarkness from her owninner light – soughtto end the fury I’ll carry us both,I murmured, too youngto recognize […]
Countless, the timesI’ve spoken out of place –words spilling unfiltered –grading myself harshlyin the aftermath – Yet a pauciloquent tonguewould leave me drowningthoughts stirringin a stagnant pool –perhaps I’ll strivefor moderation. (Image my own)
I can agree to that stitch a new garment thought but can we do this?
As a one single unit?
I doubt that.
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Me too. But without inspiration to guide us, we won’t try.
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Yes, you are right 🙂
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A hard truth to accept that normal never was, but truth it is.
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Amen! 🌸
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Amen to that! And I agree, this is our opportunity to change for the better.
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…stitch a new garment…. Exactly right. Thank you for sharing this.
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My pleasure, Andrea.
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