Proficient at constructing frames,
I plaster over old mistakes,
convinced that survival equates
with marble – am I not a living
example of metamorphosis?
Yet, my doorways lack locks
and there are intruders in
the basement – confidence
dissipates as rage heightens –
optimism evanescent.
(Penned for the prompts of Ragtag Community – marble; Fandango – plaster; and Manic Mondays Three Way Prompt – evanescent.)
I see many similarities in this portion of our journeys
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I find I resonate with many aspects of your writing.
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😄
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A good one V.J. Story of many.
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Thanks.
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Lacking locks, such a wonderful phrase, and the bit that i hooked into.
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Thanks. I often dream about faulty locks, lol.
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🙂
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Lovely writing vJ!
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Thanks. Appreciate it!
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Excellent V.J………….. My door is unlocked, i live in no marble, and my mistakes make good fertiliser for the garden….
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Hahaha – love this response, Ivor!
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A good write for this prompt
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Thank you.
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