Feeling constricted
Where’s the door
Running isn’t the answer
Feet on floor
Opening to compassion
Heart feels sore
I hear the tapping
Life’s a chore
Running isn’t an option
I found the door
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Beauty Denied
3/24/12 Posted this with:
well done beginning to end. Glad you found the door.
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DeletePeace,
Morgan
Wow, I really enjoyed this poem. So much conveyed in 33 words. I liked the rhythm and rhyme. Very nicely written!
ReplyDeleteI am taking your words in, I greatly appreciate them. Thank you very much.
DeletePeace,
Morgan
I agree with Barbara.
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DeletePeace,
Morgan
Thanks for linking up to Trifextra this weekend. I agree, too. Your poem has a nice rhythm to it. Running isn't an option--I like that. Hope to see you back on Monday.
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DeletePeace,
Morgan
Just a guess, but I think that running happened whether it was an option or not :)
ReplyDeleteActually didn't, I have hung up my running shoes.
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Peace,
Morgan
Once you find the door, there's no need to run. You find the door and you can walk out at your leisure.
ReplyDeleteThat pretty much was the point. Thanks for getting it.
ReplyDeletePeace,
Morgan
Erin always get the point :) Good work Morgan. I found my door, but I must admit to walking hastily on accession :)
ReplyDeleteHey Shah, just saw that I hadn't replied to this one. Thanks so much for your supportive words.
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