I am serious, but not fastidious
I know what I like and how I write
I might pretend to credit a muse
But really I know how to cast my lines –
I might play with bait, but I honor wyrms
I pick the kernels of memory from the corny
I dust off shadows from old threads
And quilt some color, with little or no editing
I don’t go back and fret the notes
What was writ, will stand like carved marble
With my aging; I fly regrets like paper kites
And then let the strings go…
I am an Eve and
dusk is my dawn, my own oath;
cause no bane, just write
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Acceptance Reigns
I am serious, but not fastidious
I know what I like and how I write
I might pretend to credit a muse
But really I know how to cast my lines –
I might play with bait, but I honor wyrms
I pick the kernels of memory from the corny
I dust off shadows from old threads
And quilt some color, with little or no editing
I don’t go back and fret the notes
What was writ, will stand like carved marble
With my aging; I fly regrets like paper kites
And then let the strings go…
I am an Eve and
dusk is my dawn, my own oath;
cause no bane, just write
© Jules JP/dh
Wyrm; (mythology, fantasy) A huge limbless and wingless dragon or dragon-like creature. A sea serpent.
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And one may you do so.
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“I am an Eve and
dusk is my dawn” – great.
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~Ta.
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“I fly regrets like paper kites”….love it!
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Some folks burn wishes or prayers written on paper…
We all have some regrets, but we shouldn’t let them weigh us down.
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Can’t hang onto them.
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Nope…
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Thanks, Q.
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