oh, how we suffer in this season of despair, drama filled creatures ranting with passion and flair. the antidote is not seen, nor is it heard. it is not known through pictures or words. it is a potent force not easily understood. it does not boast, thus its power is obscured. it is the answer in our season of despair afflicting the masses who suffer unaware surrendering to silence is the answer they seek be still and quiet as you suspend critique seek safe harbor to endure the storms of your mind. set anchor in serenity and breathe in silence
I’m always astounded at the skill of poets who, not only manage cadance and beat, but can manage to use the right number of letters to create shape as well.
I love every word Elizabeth.
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Thanks so much 😊
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A very well-constructed and written poem. One of those that makes me think. Very good, Elizabeth.
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Glad you enjoyed it 😊
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I’m always astounded at the skill of poets who, not only manage cadance and beat, but can manage to use the right number of letters to create shape as well.
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AJ Blythe
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A wonderfully constructed verse Elizabeth. A true pleasure as always 🙂
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