A morsel of truth
and I am off
like White Rabbit
chasing meaning,
convinced that intellect
is just the tool I need
to decode the mystery –
bruises testament to
holes I’ve climbed out of.
A morsel of truth
and I am off
like White Rabbit
chasing meaning,
convinced that intellect
is just the tool I need
to decode the mystery –
bruises testament to
holes I’ve climbed out of.
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I like this one. We all need to climb out of our holes. Interesting choice of photograph. 🙂
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Thanks. Didn’t have a photo of a white rabbit, lol.
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Wow! This piece makes so much sense – wonderful, V.J.
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Thank you, Eugenia!
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My pleasure!
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I know whereof you speak. Your poem expresses it very well.
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Thanks, Liz.
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Intellect wants to be our primary go-to … but we can trip over it, for sure!
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Especially my silly brain, lol.
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wow wonderfully worded for maximum impact, love it!
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Thanks, Kate!
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Nice wordcraft!
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Thank you, Laura
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Wow! Those last three lines are so powerful! ❤
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Thank you!
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❤️
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