seed

voids riddle the lace of life, residue of memories cling at the edges

basic essence lingers, rough early edges show

love/hate blurred in ever darkening dusk

heavy burden of care, a solitary endeavor met with filial rancor

duty binds the languishing seed to root in fallow soil

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2 comments

  • For someone who says she’s not a poet, you sure do write like one. I love this one.

    • Thanks! I go through my phases to through a verse, or two. 🙂

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