Written for National Poetry Month 2016 @ The Music In It – Peace of Mind.
Written for National Poetry Month 2016 @ The Music In It – Peace of Mind.
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Lovely! …although they say to make your peace before we depart! 😉
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You haven’t met my dad… But thanks 😉
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Or my mother. Well done, Ryan. A sigh of recognition, and resignation, here.
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It makes us who we are, I guess… I’m sorry you can recognise it, but happy for the friendship it brings. Thanks for dropping by, Sarah 🙂
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Love this, Ryan (and I’m truly sorry about your dad…)–I ponder sometimes, what it will be like in Heaven where there is no more crying. I assume that means we don’t pack our bad/painful memories with us, so the reunions won’t be bitter or fearful.
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A nice thought, Azul. It is what is – he’s given me plenty of material to write about, so it isn’t all bad 🙂 Thank you once again, my friend.
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Yes, that’s the silver lining–that some people wound us…and seed our poems.
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deep but chillingly true and also mindbending because there are some people I can’t imagine being friends with. That would have to be one very strange alternate life to make that insanity work
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I hear you! Thanks, Mel.
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You’re welcome 🙂
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❤
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Such sadness expressed with pristine beauty. An eager sting that burns constantly has found its way once again on your lines. I like your repetition with different meaning of the other life – both lives different and times too.
Sending you smiles my friend.
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Thank you, Miss Skittles – insightful as ever 🙂
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Simply remarkable
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Thank you so much, Meera 🙂
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