Do I dare to climb inside
the deep
where Love pries
wide the soul
from smooth black ink?
Beyond expectation
of days without
wrinkle or stain
where beauty wilts
and image leeches
passions gray?
Amputating imperfection?
Do I dare
to step against the grain
and wear my shoes
indoors,
my bare feet
out
where claustrophobic reputation
cannot crush
the real
beneath its gritty sole,
and I can suck the marrow
from this day
and breathe?
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An interesting technique, concatenating your poems with images of flowers, drawing out the pause between stanzas and meanings even further.
{{sigh}} Always such lovely images and thoughts. If only I could poeticize like you! Bless you for your precious heart that you share!
Always beautiful words and photos, Cindee.
Cindee, always beautiful with the image accentuating your words making a glorious whole!
where Love pries wide the soul. Beautiful.
yes yes yes….dare do…haha…i love bare feet…and that is summer to me…sandals or bare feet….and letting there be nothing between them and the day…smiles.
Keep up your fine writing.
I love this… especially the line, where Love pries
wide the soul… well written