I had been mulling on lines for the following poem, marking a particular anniversary, then I came across this photo by Bill Cross which just brought it all together for me ...
A delicate web of choices made
Clings to memories that may never fade
A brave heart, strong soul, can still gently ache
An infantile hook clings to the pit of my stomach
But I no longer rage blame and release responsibility
Instead I feel blessed and strengthened by destiny
Attempting to say YES to life, on occasion precariously
But freely pursuing the art of love seriously
The past can be changed with a different perception
I sigh a soft smile and salute it with affection
Saturday, 26 April 2008
CHOICES MADE ...
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Have just received some feedback from a friend ... the words "infantile hook" and "rage blame" stood out as not flowing within the poem or required further explanation. Something to work on?
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