Knotted gold chain, wound up together left to right, top to bottom. I can't see the end or the beginning because it is tangled into a ball that lets no light through the crevices. Useless the way it is and not fulfilling its intended purpose, who will take the time to gently rub it between a finger and a thumb to loosen the sphere so that little by little a small portion can be freed; once that piece is free the rest is sure to follow as long as patience is applied. Then the snarled mess can begin to add beauty to whatever it is placed upon.
Sherry,
I can relate so well to this analogy. Sometimes pain is important. It serves a purpose, then when it goes away, it serves another purpose. Keep rubbing that chain.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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Be always safe,
Karen
Best Wishes,
Christine
I can relate so well to this analogy. Sometimes pain is important. It serves a purpose, then when it goes away, it serves another purpose. Keep rubbing that chain.
Ciao,
Ragno Donna