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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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| | | | | Contentment is a forested path,its exposed roots grounding my soul,its slivered sunlight pointing home.Onward is the way we'll roll,the evergreen boughs painting peace,and us ensconced in cozy fleece.The pathway ripples with leftover leaves,the comfort of dirt packed under feet,the rest after journey, a welcome night's sleep. I wrote this poem for the Wea've Written Weekly... | |
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| | | | | Bubbles floating freely up to the sky, memories spiraling gently under the sky.Chilly morning calm breaks into sun's delight,as cumulus, cotton-ball clouds play in the sky.Warmth hovers in the atmosphere, its glowing love,as cerulean calm paints its melody on the sky. Daylight in dance, a playful canvas for loved ones:a home for buzzing bees and... | |
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| | | What ritual existsthat will not disruptthe remains of youthat I have woveninto my yesterdays? I will dig no grave,build no altar to death. I have misplacedtoo many memoriesinside a mythical boxthat I can neverseem to find. But every once in awhileI hear you call my name-- a stranger now, a ghostthat recollects who I was--someone... | ||
