Poem -
gAmE oF tHroNes
wE
ForMed
LineS
Suitcases fiLLed with
beWiLDered sigHs
EyEs
CasT
DOwn
FaR
BEloW
To eArth's sKy
We were tryinG to waVe at the
shAdows there sEEn, at ouR
loveD onEs left crYing as we
stifled oUr scREAm
APPrehenSion reiGned kiNg
And conFUSion hiS queeN
nO sign Yet of gOD
Not oNe angeL is seEn
FiDgeTing
ShuFFling
NervOUs and coLD
WonDERing wHy we were
dEad
wE weren't OLd
WhAt happens neXt
But noT onE of Us kneW
Lots of teRRified deAd in a
PeTRified queuE
WAiting for heavEN on the
whiM of somE goD
CAshing iN chipS to get On
the riGHt sHip
PlayeRs and paWns in thE
gAMes of unkNOwn, aNd
noT oNe of uS knowinG
who siTs On thE throNe...
AnD LAughS
M P 11/5/21
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The capitalization brings a sense of distortion for me... like a broken dream. A deeply compelling write Marion took me on a journey. Hugs! Your friend Max~
You know me Max...I love to write off kilter...lol. Thanks love x
Very imaginative write , I love the creativity and envy your ability to create such uniqueness.
Thats a beautiful comment but you have the very same ability Rob...it shines in your work x
Perfect 👌 this resonated with my thinking right now. You are such a prolific writer Marion. Stunning structure which suited the piece so well. Ending was spot on for me
hugs 💗
Thanks so much love xx