Sunday, May 29, 2022

Freedom

 The Sunday Muse #212



Musings,
Bright, splinted, streaming thoughts
Rejuvenated by destiny.

Weaved,
Collectively through the hazy hours
And wreathed with fine confetti.

Hours of,
Contemplation, pain, and memories
Took, the shape of words.

Finally,
The parchment changed
Displaying a canvas of life lived.

Imperfections,
Sharp, shaped, and dark
Accentuated and accepted in bold.




Participating in : The Sunday Muse

4 comments:

  1. Love the images in this, and the first stanza is beautiful.

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  2. You took a photo and turned it into a 'true story' ... lovely poetry.

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  3. Our experience can mold us and guide the ink of words. Love this Sunita!

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