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Shadows
Living in the shadow
of someone else’s life
is a safe hiding place,
most of the time.
You get to observe,
detached,
no fear, no pain.
Fertile breeding ground
to create art, music, poetry...
Until the shadow turns around,
chases you down,
strips you naked in front of a
stone-casting society.
Do you stand erect
in the blinding light...
Sunday 1st March 2020 5:54 pm
Naked Souls
Poetry is a
refuge for
a lonely life
the antidote
for pain
and strife
warm words
blanketing
a frigid night
tonic for thirsty sailors
drowning in an ocean
from which we cannot drink
To our deserted island we go
while the world
casts us loners,
introverts, quiet
weird, crazy...
Let them judge
as they wine and dine
in crowded rooms
on cell patrol
while w...
Wednesday 2nd January 2019 3:18 am
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