Black ink on heavy,
cream coloured paper
should have made for
a beautiful love letter.
Unfortunately my hand refused
to create the calligraphy
my idea of beauty required.
Perfectionism is a curse.
I texted you.
Love didn’t mind.
Black ink on heavy,
cream coloured paper
should have made for
a beautiful love letter.
Unfortunately my hand refused
to create the calligraphy
my idea of beauty required.
Perfectionism is a curse.
I texted you.
Love didn’t mind.
I require love, attention, food, exercise and naps. I am basically a puppy.
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november child
August 10, 2017 at 4:25 pm
I know that curse well! Lovely piece.
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August 10, 2017 at 5:46 pm
Thank you.
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August 10, 2017 at 5:13 pm
Wow verse.
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August 10, 2017 at 5:46 pm
Thank you.
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August 10, 2017 at 6:10 pm
HAH! I love this piece. “I texted you. Love didn’t mind.” That is multi-layered through the points of this one. I really like double and triple meanings in poems and yours flow so smoothly through and around yours!
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August 11, 2017 at 5:17 am
You noticed. 🙂 I quite liked this one.
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August 11, 2017 at 6:10 pm
I did, I did.
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