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)
Limbo
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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)
One Woman's Quest 
very relatable VJ! ❤
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So much fog now everywhere. (K)
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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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Sending you hugs dear friend. This is life- made of lows and highs.
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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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