Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #581
Words: longing, walls, numb, touch, gap, burning, ashes,
Light, world, split, flame, own
I own my longing. A gap
splits my world into
and after, when
places feel as if
I have lost my touch.
Though my flame
burns with a lesser
light these days,
it has not turned
to ashes yet.
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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sometimes flames can seem less intense but the good ones should be kept alive
They fight hard for that privilege.
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Thanks, Gillena, on my way over.💜💜