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Hello Friends,
A bit under the weather and heartbroken at the news of the passing of a family friend. I step towards this moment, where the world feels zapped of meaning, in hopes of finding where the truth is hidden. A new free verse poem below.
Shift: The world passes by through clear lines in the etched glass of my front door The count is up to three joggers and two walkers, none with children or dogs, all feeling better than I A snoring Pitt-lab at my feet and a taste in my mouth that I just can’t seem to brush away The silence of this house is unsettling but remains because it isn’t mine to break Just as these bones, this skin, none of it owned, just borrowed for a time -Brandon White
This one was too emotional for me to say anything further…warm thoughts for your family.
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Thank you for reading, my friend. 🙏🏻
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“The silence of this house
is unsettling but remains
because it isn’t mine to break
Just as these bones, this skin,
none of it owned,
just borrowed
for a time”
Loved the last two stanzas! Shows the impermanence of life. And sorry about the family friend. My condolences are with you.
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Thank you, my friend. Truly. 🙏🏻
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Just borrowed for a time… that’s it, too.
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Thanks for reading, T!
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🖤
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Thank you for reading!
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Welcome!
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