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Happy new year :)

Quaint phrases
Typed from
Quaint chairs,
Piles of
Dust-laden files
Moving at snail-pace
In frail old hands,
Such impressions
Roaring in mind,
Steps,
Unsure,
Unsteady
Led me to
The corridors,
Where I now put in
Precious hours
Struggling with
Cliché lines
In a not-so-cliché profile.
A year has passed.
Hurriedly though.
And I am still
Making sense of it all.
I falter, stumble
And stutter
(On my flat shoes)
Through the routine
And conventional
And
Unconventional too (at times).
I
Have
Lasted a year
Learning
And picking up,
The reality
So different
And so much better
Than
Impressions
I carried.

Comments

  1. always a great beginning when you can look back to see how far you've come. :)

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  2. Such a beautiful poetry :) Love it.

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  3. Lovely and thought-provoking as always.

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  4. It's good to look back over our shoulder and see how our impressions have changed over time. Nicely done in this poem. Thanks for linking up!

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  5. Beautiful poem, Ruby!

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  6. Love where 'quaint' took you, Ruby!

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