Poetry

Crossroads.

Standing before the haze
beckoned by the lull
of a path familiar
an alkaline warmth
of regrets relinquished
of a naivete stripped
of moments dimmed
to budding flames
and conquered fears.
Swathed by memories,
to familiar grounds
she longs to return.

Standing before a precipice
caressed by a breeze
laced with mist
its etheric kiss
a betrayal to the
trepidation within-
a reminder of
today’s treasures
tomorrow’s storms
and eternity’s promise.
Shed of leaden sheath,
she lifts her wings
and departs.

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  1. Those spare lines, so pregnant, so powerful yet stunningly soft, a beautiful melding, Puppy; I almost envy those in need of your ministering the care and grace and good-heartedness you write surely comes through white-coatedly. The longest three-letter world sums up this work. WOW!

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