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A tryst

Somber infinities
Versus
Legions of
Sempiternal
Blest,
Beatified
Moments together.
Entirety of being
Pitted against
Zeroed souls.
One question.
One answer.
The stakes, high.
Breath, bated.
We can take the risk and fall.
Or
Live with wasted souls.
Either ways, we lose.


Comments

  1. Doesn't sound like a very promising fate since either way you lose. Loved the imagery you evoked. Very poetic.

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  2. Wow, zeroed souls. Does seem to be all or nothing! Nice write, Ruby!

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  3. Wow I feel breathless. I felt as if the words themselves were falling

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  4. I agree, breathless. Great job, Ruby!!!

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    1. Thank you so much Gina. It is so good to hear from you.

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  5. Really nice answer to the question, Ruby. I loved the choice you pose. ("We can take the risk and fall. Or....")

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    1. Thank you so much Christine. I am really glad you liked it.

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  6. Sometimes doing the right thing is so difficult.

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  7. So much said in so few words. Very nicely done!

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  8. Extraordinary word choices and usage! Excellent thought-provoking poetry.
    Found you on Yeah, Writes. Looking forward to more.
    Sempiternal?

    Best to you,

    Sally

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    1. Thank you so much Sally. It is a pleasure hearing from you.
      Sempiternal : infinite
      Best to you and yours.

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