Partial, incomplete, I see the
ragged, tattered edges.
The ink has faded a bit, paper
torn, brilliance shelved.
Scattered scraps, flashes
to insight now lost.
Patterns near, stillborn.
Comatose, then breathes
no more. Segregated.
The threads are there. If
only I can twine them so,
skein them into something
obvious, yet never seen.
Janet Caldwell
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JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
I loved how turned your fragments into a very wonderful poem..Love the honesty in this poem.
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Love ya sweets. xox
CJ
Thanks.
Love as ever
Yours Aye
Miller Caldwell
only I can twine them so,
skein them into something
obvious, yet never seen.
I can relate to this. If only... ...indeed. Thank you, Janet. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Sandie Angel :o)
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GOD BLESS YOU
Tony