With each stanza
I strive for an upswing –
idle thoughts leading
to a crescendo…
But exhaustion plagues
my try, and fog colours
perspicacity, so my words
land low, goal in limbo
(Image my own)
With each stanza
I strive for an upswing –
idle thoughts leading
to a crescendo…
But exhaustion plagues
my try, and fog colours
perspicacity, so my words
land low, goal in limbo
(Image my own)
very relatable VJ! ❤
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Thanks
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I can relate … I think we ALL can!
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I agree. Thanks
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So much fog now everywhere. (K)
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Sure is.
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I strive for the upswing in my poetry, but the ending seems to plunge into the depths.
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I guess it is the plight of the poet.
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True.
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Sending you hugs dear friend. This is life- made of lows and highs.
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It sure is. Thank you
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You’re welcome 🥹🥹🥹
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I am in tune with this one, VJ. It describes my past several weeks. Thanks for expressing it so succinctly!
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Appreciate it, Lou
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