Sometimes, from a safe distance,
I stare at my frozen lake
of situations
I refuse to address.
If I squint, I can still
make out their distorted shapes
beneath layers of
vain endeavours and
wasted opportunities.
I wonder, how long
will I be able to maintain
the harsh environment
that traps them
in their taciturn suspense?
September 30, 2018 at 4:27 pm
I have been adding on to one of those for quite some time.
Love your perspective on this.
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October 1, 2018 at 7:40 am
Thank you.
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October 1, 2018 at 1:47 am
This is wonderful. How perfect is this description: „frozen lake of situations I refuse to address.“
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October 1, 2018 at 7:39 am
Thank you.
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October 3, 2018 at 1:33 am
Enjoy this eloquent piece, which I can relate to. I try to bury them deeper, beneath even more vain endeavours. 😜
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October 5, 2018 at 10:53 am
😄
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October 8, 2018 at 3:42 pm
Very nice poem!
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October 9, 2018 at 2:08 pm
Thank you.
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October 9, 2018 at 11:25 pm
You’re welcome.
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