How delicate
these threads
that bind us –
frail filaments,
whispery darts
of affection –
How willfully
we ignore connection,
ignore ensuing pain…
individuality usurping
love’s needs –
a harsh lesson.
(Inspired by the featured image and written for the daily prompts:
Fandango: lesson; Ragtag Community: dart; Daily Addictions: frail.)
Very perceptive.
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Wonderful poem 👏
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Thank you so much.
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Oh how “darts of affection” sets my mind spinning … darts are what shape clothing to “fit” a body and affection shapes behaviors to fit a relationship. But then the whispery aspect … dart becomes verb, becomes almost secretive zinging between partners … enough to make me sit up and look around!! Wonderful phrase.
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Thanks, Jazz. Sometimes these phrases just pop up. Could it be darting glances, or verbal darts?
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Love this!!
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Thanks, Bill.
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The honor and pleasure are mine!
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