What Remains
See me now as I am and know
that mine is not a sad story.
My life could be held
in a feather, seemingly
insignificant, but with countless
strands holding both troubled times
and the promise delivered
by blue skies. Dipped in ink
to spill its tales, or carried on the wind
to those who have known me,
it speaks of a life lived.
See me now and know me.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Remains #writephoto, from Sue Vincent at Daily Echo. Sue has provided two photos for this week’s prompt.
beautifully done!
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Merci!
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The story of bones and feathers. Nicely done. I like your lines carried to the next stanzas.
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Thank you, Merril. I’m always thinking about line breaks, which may explain why it took me so long to write a prose poem.
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Nicely penned.
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Thank you!
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Oh WOW !! What more can I say.
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😀
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This is a beautiful write Ken.
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Thank you, Janice.
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A very nice poetic response to Sue’s prompt, Ken.
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Thank you, Robbie.
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