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    All is
    As I who stumble in the dark
    Yearn and turn
    Like a sojourner moth toward the gleam
    Of artful light
    Dancing its pirouettes elsewhere
    Out of reach
    So much is

    As I
    Who once was full
    of bright words and August dreams
    Had hoped to fetch your hand
    From wherever it hid
    Know not where
    It disappeared to
    All is
    Unclear


  • #2
    As a poem I love this but hope it does not reflect how you feel in yourself

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    • #3
      a beautiful write Tanner I like the form and the way the opening line leads poignantly to the last- clearly!

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      • #4
        Pp and Suz-zen, Many thanks for your visit, read and comments. The form I must admit, Suz-zen, was greatly influenced by some of your beautiful and visually elegant poems. I am always learning.

        Pp, you raise a good point about how I 'feel in myself' these days. The honest answer "I don't know" - I am trying to wind down my business commitments and spend more time on what I value - poetry, family and friend connections, and restoration of our century home and property.

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        • #5
          Another lovely write - I always enjoy your poetry, Tanner! And I wish you a lot of luck with finding more time in your life for that which you value.

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          • #6
            Yes Tanner great minds think alike - I had used dancing it's pirouettes in a poem I posted when I first joined here. I love the way you use language - just beautiful. 😊

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            • #7
              AtL, I think our problem is that we "feel and think too deeply" and that we work out our feelings in poetry, which I believe is a highly therapeutic endeavour.

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