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.
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Love the images in this, and the first stanza is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYou took a photo and turned it into a 'true story' ... lovely poetry.
ReplyDeleteOur experience can mold us and guide the ink of words. Love this Sunita!
ReplyDeleteLove this, Sunita!
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