Each poem became a love letter,
delicately crafted through blood and tears,
laughter and fears
Each word carefully hand-picked,
painstakingly writ
Floating on a tapestry of webs,
the destination obscure,
delivery uncertain,
buoyed forward
by faltering hope
that springs eternal.
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ReplyDeleteVery simple but obscure..like a perfectly sunny day suddenly filled with black clouds..the balance is quite intriguing..one lies in the umbra while the other is in gods breathe..
ReplyDeleteyour comments are like small miniature poems themselves, i love reading them (i'm assuming your the person who left me feedback previously as well, though i could be wrong). thank you for the vivid imagery you leave me with, it allows me to look at my own poetry from another perspective or rather adds a layer of dimension to it, as well as it stands on it's own as its own separate entity.
DeleteYou 're correct..its shiversome how well you can connect to the vibes of my comments...I am flattered...
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