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unfinished
tales of
greed hang
half consumed
weighing the bough
down
much as be it
told, dissected and
retold; the
bunch of guilt
blooms
merely left
benign, even
like listless lures
of tales simply
untold
greed hang
half consumed
weighing the bough
down
much as be it
told, dissected and
retold; the
bunch of guilt
blooms
merely left
benign, even
like listless lures
of tales simply
untold
Published 18th Apr 2022
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19th Apr 2022 7:28pm
This is a lovely evocation of the weight of memory on our present reality, at least from my perspective. You’ve carved this poem out of the bough with great elegance and intentionality.
20th Apr 2022 2:46am
thank you CR for the assertion. memories ! what do i do with thee..
glad you stopped by to read. much glee :)
glad you stopped by to read. much glee :)
