Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle #519

Words:  streaming, free, line, fray, try, nothing, 
sharp, sheen, rights, daily

Her life frays
like hem
of old jeans.
Sharp losses suffered
daily.  A line is drawn 
in the sand.  One side
streams with memories of
freedom, travel, and a wit
to be reckoned with.  On
the other side, sand muddies,
its sheen obscure.  Try as
she might, nothing can put
her life to rights. Fraying
threads ripping her apart.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to Frayed

  1. Dora says:

    Seamless use of the prompt words to create a poignant portrait of pain and loss.


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