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| | | | | (written March 2024) My words are not commodities for sale or rent, though I have often misspent them. As I write, I hope someone may collect them like pennies in a jar. To extract one or two when their days are hard. My words will never hold meaning to those who choose not to see... | |
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| | | | | (written March 2024) Photo by NEOSiAM 2024+ on Pexels.com My body craves release fromwinter's harshsting, for though it is spring,the cold air still chillsmy bones.Bathe me in sunlight so I canfeel its warm embraceon my skin.And, as golden rays caress me,I shall drown in an ocean of bliss. Copyright © 2024 Ephemeral EncountersAll Rights Reserved | |
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| | | | | Image credit; Sander Sammy@Unsplash Mask is donnedBehind blind truth is buriedDebil and destructive bondMask withdrawnUnforeseen anguish unleashedUnhinged without armor onMask crumblesDisguised lies divulge themselvesFrom stirring eyes truth tumbles Sadje's What do you see # 234 I chose a form and subject from Val's Looking at Poems Around theWorld: "3. Ireland: Treochair - An Irish form... | |
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