Sunday, April 8, 2012

Destiny

Dusk creeps softly
passes without notice
for those who are
buried in addiction
marrow staggering 
blood leaching
sorrows kept at bay
I turn to my mate
who sings broken
songs of destiny



4 comments:

  1. Sometimes we are in need, other times we can comfort. Nicely wordled.

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  2. Excellent wordle! I especially like the opening two lines. As always you are a poet.

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  3. Wonderful writing, this is so seamless, Willow. I never would have guessed it was from a wordle. Your last three lines bring a tear to my eye.

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  4. Whew! Takes my breath away both for those buried in addiction and for the destiny we never dream of.

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