Sleeping in that spiral moment,
where holes appear in hall of night,
so is the day dismissed, denied;
as reason pondered every slight.
Self looked into that veined place,
where blood of soul still coursed,
hoping there to find true solace;
morning broke in purer source.
Viv: hall
Abby: holes
Barbara: sleeping
Hannah: spiral
Rosyln: moment
Anya: dismissed
Debi: looked
Jules: suits
Irene: pondered
Laura: veined
Pat: solace
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where blood of soul still coursed,
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The road may be tough going but the search for solace is never-ending. Rightly so Roslyn! Great lines!
Hank
Wonderful response, Roslyn. That second stanza nailed it.
ReplyDeletePowerful first stanza. Well wordled, Roslyn.
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