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The pulse of freedom

There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...

Monday, December 2, 2019

Buck up

Days come to an end, dreams don't. There's miles to go before we sleep...

Twilight,
wild wings
seek sheltered nook.

Fledglings,
back home,
await their gifts.

Disquieting,
lurking what-ifs
raise their heads.

Unheeding
sunset ahead,
deferred dreams instigate.

Hurrah!
some elbow-grease,
you’re almost there.


Linking with



Flavors of Robert Frost and Langston Hughes in this post

Welfare unto all 🤗 🤗 🤗 

4 comments:

  1. You did a good job describing the struggles of the narrator at the beginning. I wanted to know what happened that caused the hope at the end. The Robert Frost and Langston Hughes references should probably be credited.

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    1. Will try to refine the structure further. I didn't realize I had used words of such renowned authors.. Will edit the post

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  2. I love that second stanza. There's something so very evocative about the image.

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    1. Thank you so much Christine for such encouraging words

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.