Placid glass lake
Flying edged stone
Breaking water
Ripples ringing out
Coasting love
Flying jagged words
Breaking point,
Collision love-threatening injuries.
When did her life begin
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When did her life begin…
….with the shy, little blonde girl in photos
captured of moments she cannot recall,
with the confused teen, who ...
4 weeks ago
I have known that love...
ReplyDeletethis kinda love can be so compulsive...
ReplyDeleteOh, this is lovely! *flying edged stone* is my favorite line. :)
ReplyDeleteCat, Shadow, and Lady G., thank you for your comments. I was and still am very unsure about this one ... so if you can think of any changes that would make it stronger, it would be appreciated.
ReplyDelete:-)
thanks again! suz
p.s. this comment is open to anyone who stops by -- suggestions, positive or negative are always welcomed and appreciated.
that was a lovely comment -
ReplyDeletethanks for the hand ;)
this poem is lovely in it's analogy,
skipping stones and collisions,
very nice