beneath the waning
lie echoes of the young
heart beating, thrumming
with yearning, passion
once strong and heady, now
gone the way of the forgotten
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PattiKen and the Muses: Home Away from Home
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PattiKen and the Muses: Home Away from Home
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To see what else the muses are up to, check out "My Other Stuff" on the tab above.
PattiKen
When I'm not in Massachusetts, you can find me following my muses hither and yon, shouting, "Hey, wait up!"
Love the flow and emotion.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I know how that feels. You said it better than I ever could.
ReplyDeleteno, come back green shoot promises...smiles...hear your echoes patti
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful! I love your take on the prompt~
ReplyDeleteI love this, Patti! So well done!
ReplyDeleteAutumn is not the season of decay - a different blooming maybe --
ReplyDeletebeautiful lines
Excellent picture and I love the balance between finality and redemption in your words.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely divine.
ReplyDeleteGrowing old poetically, with PattiCake!!
ReplyDeleteThank you for all your kind comments. I really appreciate them, and you.
ReplyDeletebeautiful image and words!
ReplyDeletei gave you one of my weekly goddess awards if you would like it for your sidebar.
in joy,
elise
So beautifully written. Lovely photo as well.
ReplyDeleteforgotten
ReplyDeletegreen shoots of promise -> forgotten only till we wake again after the long winter, then we'll remember once more.