he lost track of where he is
he can’t find his princess
of his sense, sensibility and mission
like there’s no sun and the fun is none
the willing to stand and itch to go
the world is full of old black crows
of whether it’s spring or summer
she’s not here, what’s there to stir?
or if it’s a day or a night
no need to fight or flight
the lack of gloss of his existence
he used to be brave once
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
For: Writing Prompt #163 “Collage 25” and Wordle 252 by Brenda Warren
Very beautiful!
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thanks 🙂
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Lovely LL, I like how you explored the collage…
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cheers, Michael 🙂
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wonderful fast staccato rhythm with some unique imaginitive lines:
“the willing to stand and itch to go
the world is full of old black crows”
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thanks, Laura 🙂
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‘he used to be brave once’
I feel like that all the time… although maybe in my youth I didn’t appreciate when to be scared, and now I do, too much. Thank you for sharing this.
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my pleasure, Freya 🙂
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