Acceptance of a drab day

The heavens unload their liquid cargo's

as the suns desertion begins

and the wind cries of whatever wildness it wants to be.

 

I,am standing in the kind of light,

that I have no love for,while trying

to keep its effects within civilised limits.

 

In this natural kingdom of indescisive aftermaths,

from which the feeling of uncertainty takes its camouflage,

I rely on inner comforts,continuing,to lean on memories

as perfect as the flawlessness of love,

that my mind,can weave into patterns

of new,and heartwarming acquisitions.

◄ Where goeth the human heart?

Life ►

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Jemima Jones

Thu 5th Jan 2017 17:19

Thank you Rose.Cynthia I have no objections to trying out your suggestion.Will it be easy I ask myself? Thank you.Jemima.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 31st Dec 2016 12:42

The thoughts and the words are finely drawn and very effective.

Jemima, would you consider leaving out punctuation altogether, and letting your line breaks do the natural 'pausing' and 'breaking apart' for you? I can feel your voice speaking and breathing your lines with a sure touch, IMO, the sign of a sensitive artist, however inexperienced you may be.

Keep writing. You have much to offer.

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Rose Casserley

Sat 31st Dec 2016 12:16

this is delicious Jems! chocabloc with great lines.





Rose 💋

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Jemima Jones

Wed 28th Dec 2016 17:32

Appreciate your comments Patricia and Stefan,along with yours and LCPTB's liking.Thank you.Jemima.

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Wed 21st Dec 2016 17:35

every line is SUPERB Jemima.Really paints a the perfect picture of the title.

P&S. xx

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