Betterment is not illusive

Happiness capturing missilery fireworks

brightly shower the ethereal darkness: like ambitions

must not be grounded

but released enabling them to reach full heights

of possibility

even if their descending embers, matching failure

threaten to ignite despair.


Nevertheless, they will still have been a must-be dare performed

a setting alight and burning to ashes of timorousness, of holding back 

a prevailing against the loss of chances

if not taken bring about nothing

but the cause of lost direction

a leading to unfulfillment

never to the home of success.


◄ lingering wound


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Don Matthews

Thu 9th Apr 2020 14:58

Leon - Rose has been AWOL for months Did you see her on a desert isle anywhere?

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Thu 9th Apr 2020 12:01

another stonker young lady-hope you are covid free girl?


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Don Matthews

Wed 16th Oct 2019 22:41

I chose my bestest missile
Timorously lit the fuse (top word Rose)
Skywards was it gonna go?
To all around, amuse?

It got to heights unknown it did
We waited for great dazzle
But gasped our disappointment when
All we got was fizzle

Thalia says I should go back to Rocket Class Grade i......

Rose - As an expert in missilery, what do you suggest?......

Ruth - Does this mean my ambitions are taking a nosedive?...


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Ruth O'Reilly

Wed 16th Oct 2019 17:49

I'm loving the analogy between a firework soaring off into the night sky and reaching for our ambitions even if they burn out. Great poem Rose.

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