Blank is my state of mind
Healing is a timely fine
Things feel fast
I move slow
Feelings compressed
Too many to sort and grow
Sow the rind
Trick is in the time
walk away
Sorrow kept at bay
Like waves lapsing current to the metronome of my thumping feet
What a feat i've lasted
Despite being so blasted
defeat is silent and watchful
scared to speak and shown it's a bluff aware of my fine tuft
And softly row my soft new home
A new concoction
A slow unboxing
What a soft delay
To the quiet glass display
My inward dilemma
felt so quarrelsome yesterday
Today i'm a buzz
By new plans i walk to
I remember when I used to run
But the weighted veil on my being
Whilst gossamer slows me
Chronos watches from afar
Knowing slow doesn't mean forever
And growth doesn't mean sunshine
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I feel a bliss I don't understand
Its reminiscent scans
Don't seem to screen
Maladaptive temperament
Did my meter break?
Advance discernment?
Slim chance
It feels like a dance
Cancel it all
Toe the line
It will be fine
If I take it a step at a time
Friends in a bar
A sweet kiss from a mind I liked to relax near
Don't get too close
Don't move so fast
You challenge her sagacity
Possession must go
That doesn't make me so
I don't know
It's a stem to grow
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The Meadow Rose
PoetryGardens of Plenty, stories unfold, It's a telling for many, from centuries ago... I've gathered some work from moments I've been emboldened to clarity... befuddlement, in many ways, it paints my prose. It continues to keep me on my toes. When...
