Has no jugular
sandstone grit
keeps his hell
well barricaded
She is melody
beauty flowing
sees only light
Classic tragedy
about to unfold.
(Image mine)
Has no jugular
sandstone grit
keeps his hell
well barricaded
She is melody
beauty flowing
sees only light
Classic tragedy
about to unfold.
(Image mine)
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Powerful and alarming. Your spectacular image punctuates this piece with precise emphasis!
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Thanks for making that correlation, Debra!
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Quite deep this is.
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Thanks
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Woah… amazingly written… that first stanza… hits hard… poignant artwork too… kudos, VJ ✊♥️🔆
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Thanks Lia!
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And I’ll bet she never saw it coming.
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Likely not! A rescuer through and through
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Unfortuantely, bad boys of all ilks have no desire or intention of being rescued.
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Truth!
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I understand this completely 😢 A very poignant poem VJ.
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Thanks Christine.
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Very strong emotionally.
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Thank you.
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How sad 🙂
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Yes. Thanks for your comment.
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