I remember those epic days
full bodied calm
still as vase water
but even loved camellias’
heads droop to falling
our pieces
defying unity
***
the man who
was not a man
belly outstanding
concave chest
short grey hair
balding at the front
I wait behind
and a bit to the side
absently misidentifying
a sister
***
when you see
yourself
head-on
with a mirror
the crash is loud
and the shards
prick your feet
Written for Miz Quickly QnV21 Write about Emotion
Out of the Cave 
💞 Worms 💞
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You’re on a roll today.
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Impressive. That third one tramples on my toes.
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Awesome, all! That outstanding belly and those mirror frags are all just icing on a delicious triple-layer cake. Thanks! I did a trio today too! Have a Great day.
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Very loud indeed.(k)
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Since I was always told I looked like my father… being a gal – I thought that I wasn’t beautiful.
Then you learn when you look without the mirror you see more.
Realtiy is tricky. I keep my mouth shut these days when I see folks who might be pregnant, but aren’t.
That pregnant pause helps 😉
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Captivating first two lines and then the crash at the end. A broken vase or mirror it’s still a shattering of something precious. Much enjoyed.
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That last section – amazing
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Thanks. I think emotions are the area where raw and roar best fit together.
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Powerful poem!
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