Two days after we landed, boxes and all, I fell ill with the flu. Friends and family unpacked while I slept my way through feverish chills and sweats and all the other fun things that come with this bug. Yesterday, I regained a sense of normalcy, and could finally focus on my new surroundings. Of […]
A cruel masterthe ticking clockSo much potentialGet it done! I rush past shadowscrumple the pagesfailed attemptsmounting What of dreams?Of life’s destiny?How I worshipat the altar of should Even with positivityfantastical notions fall shortI argue against uncertaintymeet only disapproval There is no magicno pre-destined famejust dust gatheringThe dead are unimpressed. (Image my own)
Very beautiful poem 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
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Thank you!
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Those clouds look so cool 😀 😀
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Thanks Cee.
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Such a beautiful poem with stunning imagery. I love it! 💟
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Thanks Eugi!
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Loved the alliteration of the second stanza…like sailing swiftly down the road into the horizon…
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Yes! Thank you
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You’re welcome.
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A beautiful feel to your lines.
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Thank you
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Numinous darkness provides such great imagery VJ.
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Thanks Lou
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Speaking directly to my heart this morning, VJ. Thank you so much. And the photos? Sigh. So good. 💕
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Yes, these are photos. Living in the country offers the best sky views. Thanks.
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I love this! Both the feeling and the imagery.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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So beautifully expressed VJ. 😍
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Thanks Sadje
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Most welcome my friend
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