the
expressionless face
hides behind the door –
her elbows and knees
fall below to the floor
the
expressionate face
the centre of now –
his body and soul
climbing high from the bough
the
facade takes the place
of the expressionless face
and picks herself up
by the door from the floor
the
centre of now
shares facade’s dream
declaring themselves
more alive than they seem
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I love writing - poetry mainly, but the odd thought or story may find its way to the page as prose. I'd love to contribute to poetry and writing groups near my home by the sea but the dreaded clock seems to beat me most times. I do happen to contribute to https://cosmofunnel.com, a poetry website with 'panache'. Check it out for a different take on things.
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