Life is washing over me and my reaction muted. In the process of being overwhelmed i have lost a desire to share.
Will I find strength to shoot the barrel. Letters locked and loaded. They suffer and land on days grown cold.
The intimacy dares to run away. If I stay, will i manage to kill you this time?
I hear you tell me my words are too timid. That you survived the shot. Maybe that was my purpose… to spare your life.
I am fluid and change with time. As the sun moves across the printed page, shadows dance into my mind. I beg the letters to curtsy and bow to you, neighbor… apologize and exchange spaces with my love.
Know I am not ready to leave this world. Are you?
Someday it will be all that remains. Silence. It will be good to come back to the reborn self. The self who truly understands not in dreams. But in being the dream.
My goodness, reading this has made my night! I was so captivated, thank you.
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Thanks for reading. Have a beautiful day. 🐚🌊🎶
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You had me at “letters locked and loaded.” OHMYGOSH great poetry!
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Hey Jeanne – hope this finds you well ..
‘You have been Complimented’
I see you have liked the post already so well now you know officially 🙂
Thanks for the reading.
https://aguycalledbloke.blog/2020/03/21/gifting-the-compliment-10/
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Hey Rory! 🙏🏼🌈🕊 glad you are staying perky through all that has been going on in life. Stay well!
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Can only but try Jeanne, keep well, keep safe 🙂
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Powerful
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Thanks! 🌈🕊
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