My journey is only beginning,
Slowly with songs we are winning.
He told me I was broken,
And truth was simply a token
He stored beneath my tongue.
Truth received a bung
In case I could be opened
Without him here to co-depend.
Self-kindness looked away,
A village willow with dismay
Silenced Spring with all the same
Fragile leaves of falling blame.
He made a ladder with no rungs,
Butterflies flourished in his lungs.
A cat unpicked my mouth devout,
And now the coins are falling out.
I love your witty couplets, Nick! The alliteration is fantastic, and there are endless layers of meaning to unpack… “Silenced Spring with all the same / Fragile leaves of falling blame.” Fascinating verses!
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Thank you so much Veronica, your words and your insight are appreciated ☺️🙏🏻
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My pleasure, Nick! Your poetry never ceases to amaze and inspire me. 😉
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Fabulous 💜😊👊🏻
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Ah thank you Secrets 😊💜🙌🏻
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