Ghosts of Yesterday –
Yesterday’s steel,
bone-cold,
ghosts,
scathe
and scour.
Run, we must!
Escape, we will!
.
Nightly,
cruelty bares
its burgundy-
stained
fangs.
Flee, we must!
Hide, we will!
.
Ah,
though enticing,
fleeing the self
has been an option,
never.
Withstand, we must.
Stay, we will.
(I this poem doesn’t make sense, it could be because I wrote it yesterday, when it actually did make sense. Thank you.)
Psalm 86:6-7
Hear, LORD, my prayer. Listen to the voice of my petitions. In the day of my trouble I will call on you, for you will answer me.
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Boo!
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Boo 🙂
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Ha haha!
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I wrote another post on you site, Eliza, but I can’t seem to find it… lol.
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Oh 😦
I hope you do. I’ve been enjoying reading. And loving that reasons are getting posted. I have one to write just need to make sure it hasn’t been written yet.
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I love your writings, Eliza! They inspire me. ♥️
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Thank you Tamara. I’m touched.
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such powerful imagery. well done.
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Awe, Thank you, Wendi ♥️
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my pleasure! 🙂
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I like it, it reminds me of something from the ‘olden days’, or makes a little Shakespearian, something like that, with the bits like “we must” at the end rather than beginning. I agree with Wendi, too, it’s great with cultivating imagery, and a sense of urgency/tension too! xx
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Ah, thank you, Caz. You comments are always such a gift to me, like waking up on Christmas morning. Gifts are always appreciated; remember this, we must. (😊)
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Absolutely stunning work!!
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Thank you, immensely, Lance ♥️
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My sincere pleasure, Tamara.
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