Singing Rhythm of Cascading Words;
Darkness Churning where the Poetry Hurts.
Crashing Emotion Baring my Soul;
Beautiful Clangor as the Ringing Bell Tolls.
Chasing Mirrors of Dreams, Weeping;
Elementary Device of this Secret, Keeping.
Haunting my Waking Day and Empty Night;
Bitter Shadow of Diminished Sight.
Waiting, Stumbling, in Passion’s Flow;
Patience Demanding Every Prayer I Know.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: pincel3d


Ooooohhhhhh! I’m having to pull my finger out to keep up with the quality of your poems today. 😄
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Awwww 🙂 Thanks Richard…. I think? Not familiar with your turn of phrase there, but thank You all the same 😀 Much appreciated!
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Oops! LOL
It means ‘I need to stop being lax and get on with being as good as you’ near enough.
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LOL trust me, Richard, you are better 🙂 Interesting saying, From where does that originate? (just out of curiosity)
Curious….care to collaborate on something? 🙂
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The shadow’s reflection
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