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What it All Boils Down To

What it All Boils Down To

Poetry has become
it seems
but one of our new
many sins ..
Each tiny paper note
pinned fresh
to some elsewise
virgin page ..
Each single letter
oft unique
and my word
in its own write,
becomes alive ..
Depicting
as it does, exquisite
yet still
inexcusable guilt
and yes,
now sublimely etched
upon the minds of those
free wretches
and shackled kings divinely ..

 

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Gwendoline

Love this Neville...I think you highlight here that kind of knee jerk reaction one can have when writing or purging a moments emotion / thoughts. Ones that can ultimately lead to later feeling guilty. Life, especially grief can bring conflicting feelings as we race in and out of our thoughts, trying to make sense of life...of death. This is a clever write on the power, the social purging and effect poetry can have on the writer themselves. How mighty is your pen...as always 👏
All the best for the day my friend 
Gwen x

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Neville

You have a very special eye .. or a magic one at least .. well I mean they are both special but well .. aww gawsh .................................... :)

& back at ya Gwen x

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Being Me

Poetry is a truly powerful medium and you clearly have the gift x

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Neville

You have such a lovely way with words Tina, I am quite sure I am all ablush each & every time you are kind enough to visit .................. :) x
 

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