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Her Name is Rose… MindlovemiseryMenagerie ~ #Poetry #Wordle 283
Beware the howl beneath the full moon Old letters come to light, damaging claims that could make the family uncomfortable The child is not yours Letters found by an obsessive neighbour Who rubbed her hand at the news she hoped would shake the family Little knowing her husband admired his wife’s resolve To bring up…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 565 ~ #Poetry ~ #ASharpSword
No filters from the mind of a child Truth can stab like a sharp sword The ground can be swept from beneath your feet Leaving a puzzle for you to think on The film you watch, all too familiar The artwork on your wall, stolen Breeze from the open window standing the hair on the…
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Inside a Snow Globe… #Poetry
Falling through darkness, no sound After time fades, the earth is still No bird sound, nothing exists Tomorrow’s children have yet to be counted Afraid, I continue falling through black velvet Startled by the light, the slowing of my descent Taking hold of my senses, waiting for my feet to hit land I find myself…
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Her Name is Rose… MindlovemiseryMenagerie ~ #Poetry #Wordle 283
Beware the howl beneath the full moon Old letters come to light, damaging claims that could make the family uncomfortable The child is not yours Letters found by an obsessive neighbour Who rubbed her hand at the news she hoped would shake the family Little knowing her husband admired his wife’s resolve To bring up…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 565 ~ #Poetry ~ #ASharpSword
No filters from the mind of a child Truth can stab like a sharp sword The ground can be swept from beneath your feet Leaving a puzzle for you to think on The film you watch, all too familiar The artwork on your wall, stolen Breeze from the open window standing the hair on the…
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Inside a Snow Globe… #Poetry
Falling through darkness, no sound After time fades, the earth is still No bird sound, nothing exists Tomorrow’s children have yet to be counted Afraid, I continue falling through black velvet Startled by the light, the slowing of my descent Taking hold of my senses, waiting for my feet to hit land I find myself…
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 