Thursday, July 16

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Wordle: read write word 19

if my heart did loiter
on the pretense
of the metaphor

it was only
for a summer, lost
under the flaming sanguine sky

intent on blistering
where once
there were soft places

reaching,
reaching,
reaching to an other world



Written in response to Read Write Prompt #83

4 comments:

irene said...

Laura, your words touch somewhere deep in the core.

Derrick said...

Hello T2T,

Thanks for visiting. The wordle has brought forth many interpretations of searching and inner discovery.

gautami tripathy said...

It speaks so much on our inner power!

acuity of touch

Wayne Pitchko said...

it is very good....repetition of reaching is nice