Posted by on 07.16.10 | 8 Comments
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The brittle brown edges disintegrate with movement

Yet, I will not stop moving.

The years may make me fragile

But the remnants find a way to coalesce

And so I persevere.

The preponderance of emotion as I age,

Is longing,

Monotonous slow aches

That painfully stretch into wanting.

You see, they are at war;

Emotional missiles lobbed between desire and trust,

A turmoil that rarely finds a truce.

I turn so that the wind of those projectiles

Is at my back

And all I can see is Now.

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My contribution to One Single Impression’s weekly prompt was preponderance this week. Thank you to our hosts, Andree and Sandy at OSI and to all the writers who so skillfully craft words into pictures, emotions and truths there every week.




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