Let other girls have their chatty lunches,
avocado toast and skinny lattes. Let them
compare photos of perfect children, judge
each other’s yoga wear and shoes and haircuts.
I’ll run far away in freedom’s footsteps,
search for the slant of late afternoon sun
reflected in blue, stretch until I’m filled
with starlight and silence, every tiny moment
mine, alone.
***
1/30 “Write a poem that is based on a secret shame, or a secret pleasure.”
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stretch until I’m filled
with starlight and silence, every tiny moment
mine, alone.
Right there with you! Lovely piece. Centered. Thank you!
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Thanks, Tammy! Happy Easter.
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This is wonderful.
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Thanks!
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It sounds like the way to go!
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It is for me!
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:)
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Running far away in freedom’s footsteps sounds perfect!
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Doesn’t it? Thanks for reading!
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Wonderful!
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Thank you, Jazz!
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I love this!
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I’m glad to hear that from you, Ayala. Thanks!
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I’m with you on this Charlotte.
Anna :o]
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Two peas in a pod! 😊
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This is good Charlotte!
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Oh, I love this so much!
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Better to be our imperfect but much more interesting selves…(K)
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I understand you very well. How peaceful and harmonic this island looks and how well it matches your poem.
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