Troubleshooting Daggers
Wishing to be wrapped in warm devotion, but the wind stands frost Cold...
Wrapped in a cloak
Stitched with emotions...
Wind blows troubleshooting
Sabers, which I still have
Yet learn to Dodge...
My heart aspires to free Love ❤️
The Love that Comes with Life...
I'm Inquiring if the Universe to show me
Fondness...
Life comes with a drift between
Capturing and living Captured...
So would it be well as the most common sense to live Bold?
Enjoy the faithfulness of change.
Happier times cancel transient pain...
Do we stay safe and healthy by going with or getting rid of Struggles that could lead to living lessons?
Or do we hope patiently still wondering if the universe has a plan?
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson3 days ago in Fiction
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Oooo I love this one! Sparked so many emotions.
Life comes with a drift between Capturing and living Captured... -so true; beautiful poetry! 💗 💗 💗
I just say it is what it is and go with the flow, lol. Loved your poem!
Beautiful, Lonzo!!!1💖💖💕
lovely!
Uplifting words. 💖 “Enjoy the faithfulness of change.” I’m working on this right now.
My favorite was "the faithfulness of change". My question of "transient pain" is how long must we endure it, hoping to come out the other side, before we begin to accept that it's not so transient?
Beautiful ❤️
Going with I think. Or maybe that's just self-consolation. What do you really think? Good stuff as always. Thanks for keeping my brain matter busy sir! 💗💓
I found this very inspirational. Well writ', Lonzo!
“Happier times cancel transient pain” 😢❤️🥰 beautiful.