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Every verse feed
tend to hold
an idea in it,
the light
I collect for
future retreat;
these words
wild, unbrushed,
they screaming,
surrealistic,
scaffold
imperfect,
wrong partnered,
spilled
on the journal lined
field.
They demand
my return,
they require
ownership,
kneeling/bow
for the gift,
trapped in
the soul
longing
to serve…
I thought that was lovely.
ReplyDeleteThis was so beautiful!
ReplyDeleteAn idea can sure spark and we must try and hit the mark
ReplyDeleteWhat are words without someone to play with them
ReplyDeleteWhat are gifts if we do not use them
I think I serve the words as much as they serve me.
I think every verse holds an idea - I think it depends on what we see in the words.
ReplyDeleteI do like how these words have escaped☺
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