The sky is stark blue
emptied of clouds, birds, erased
a page unwritten.
Fingers itch to talk
but words are wren’s eggs unhatched
abandoned and cold.
Yesterday dread fell
when I saw the withered rose
plucked, tossed to the ground.
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These are wonderful, Debi. I can’t decide which I like best.
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Thank you, Barb. I’ve been feeling some kind of emptiness lately. I was trying to express that vagueness. I’m fine – things are fine – I don’t know, just a mood, I guess.
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Debi, these are all excellent.
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Thank you, Misky.
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✨️👏🏻✨️ Debi ✨️👏🏻✨️
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Thanks, David. I appreciate your support.
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David, I just found your “The skeptic’s kaddish”. I’m beginning to read it. I’m so glad I came on it.
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