blots, spots, and stains
only contain some of my
pain
less is never more
and while I stand
sore
the hawk soars in the
sky
eyeing its
prey
I pray that I am not
blinded
by the lights that
are my refracted
distraction
and there is no redaction
of the
word
sounds
that abound
with reverberation
... (sigh) the echoes
of a broken pen
© Linette Rabsatt
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1 comment:
But how can your pen be broken when it has so much ink of potential and expression😃?? Maybe your pen isn't so,"broken" after all☝🏿😊...
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