Suddenly,
Something comes
Of what wasn’t before
And a life is portrayed
From an empty canvas
The brush weaves a magic
Unknown today
It weaves a desire
Of affected dismay
Dismay that is lost
In the brightest surround
Allowing for miracles
Yet to be found
In what was seen
As a darkened forlorn
A character (charming)
Yet, oh so torn
That the weaving design
Of life turned on its head
Becomes interwoven
With what lies in stead
And what lies in stead
Becomes centre stage
Building compassion
Through a newly found age
Of chance and desire
Design and appeal
The way forward awakened
To the love one can feel.
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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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Great post 🙂
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