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f i s h t a i l . . .

powdered blush
a dawn
broken
a fractured mirror

in the winds
the arms
speak
high in the dark
limbs

s-curve
in the light
melding
through
to the other room

free of the wings
and shackles
all that you strove
for raising all
hackles..

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Comments

This poems as with most of your poems evokes so many memories and some successes i might add. Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

This one speaks of many things the imagery is wonderful but then it always is, there is a feeling of separation at one point then it all closes in again, this felt freeing like a release. I thoroughly enjoyed the read you took me there and back

love JC xxx

("Always and Forever") - (Never lose a holy curiosity.-Albert Einstein)

liked the dawn's fractured mirror.
I thought it is an amazing image you've painted with your pen.

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