Maybe –
She realised it so suddenly,
It actually caused physical pain –
She’d spent too damned-long
With her sleepless head
Inside a dark box of quiet,
Chocolate-bitter thunder
That echoed and repeated,
Stitching restless days together.
So she slipped out of her identity
To walk barefoot and pretty,
Ankle deep in bluebell silences
Along the reflection banks
Of a different life’s river,
With enough time to laugh
At gulls that weren’t really there.
Really good, such feeling in here.
Jim
Thank you. Wonderful feedback.
this is Beautiful…so quiet as it etches a memory to be……
of slipping out of herself to walk ankle deep in bluebell silence
I love this…as each flows into and out again…
Thank you for sharing….
Take Care…You Matter…
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maryrose
What wonderful feedback, thank you very much.
You are very Welcome…
I really liked the feeling from it… 🙂
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