Stripped bare before life's gentle cadence, sucked dry and laid limp in deference to silent rigor lives a shell of a man; a hearty hammer brought to heel. Once pronouncing distant dreams, folly's seeker floats unencumbered swiftly to a sleep. The proving ground of plenty and giving ground to those who purchase pardon. These battles having spent themselves upon the concourse of the day, a man may rest delightful in his stunning vulnerability.
The older I get the more I feel like the man you describe!
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There’s some good in that poem too….so I hope you mean it in a positive way
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Yes, sometimes it is good to slow down and become more vulnerable. That is why I am now writing poetry! (<:
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Definitely a great origin…and destination.
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Exquisitely descriptive language for a strongly delicate verse. Loved it 😉
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Ive read it again…and I feel compelled to inquire: is the sensual language deliberate?
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See your email 🙂
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