Saturday, April 25, 2020

On My Own




I am
a pitiful thing
mouth agape
begging
Crippled in
a crowded nest
heaped on rockery
Unable to move
on my own
It only looks like
the beginning
In truth
it is
the end


Ellecee

Inspired by
imaginary garden with real toads - Artistic Interpretations
and
Skywriting - Rockery







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5 comments:

  1. Rosemary Nissen-WadeApril 25, 2020 at 9:05 AM

    Oh, so very sad!

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  2. Sanaa RizviApril 25, 2020 at 11:45 AM

    This is tragic :(

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyApril 25, 2020 at 2:17 PM

    Ack! That IS sad! Though looking back, so many of my endings wound up being amazing beginnings. I just didnt know it then.

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  4. Susie ClevengerApril 25, 2020 at 2:41 PM

    Goodness, this is heartbreaking...I feel the pain

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  5. lillianthehomepoet.wordpress.comApril 25, 2020 at 7:50 PM

    Amazing illustration you've chosen for these painful words. The pain is palpable. It looks like the beginning....in truth it is the end....or back up just a few hours/days/weeks....it is the beginning of the end. Even ends have beginnings.

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