Darts in the Dark
My time is now spent throwing darts into the dark, hoping that one sticks and makes its mark in the cork.
My aim must be off, maybe, or the target has been moved. I only know that my darts miss their marks
And clatter harmlessly onto the concrete where they’ll remain until the lights are restored. I’m a fool, but not
Inclined to go searching for sharp metal objects in this room, this tomb, where the light is forbidden and my feet bare.
I really like this. It’s thorough, and makes me think of things I can’t reach. Better wait till the light arrives before you go looking for sharp objects!
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Thank you! I feel like everything I do lately is like throwing darts in the dark.
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That doesn’t sound very positive – why is that?
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I don’t know. I’m just in a bit of a funk. This too shall pass!
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Sometimes you find the bullseye and sometimes it finds you. High level verse here.
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Many thanks!
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I love the ending especially Leslie. Absolute icing on the cake. You are one talented lady xxx
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You are so kind. Thank you.
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I mean it. Honey kindness got nuttin’ tah do with it. You are a talented writer.
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Occasionally one of my darts lands!
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They never miss x
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Hahaha!
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this was profound – and still has me pondering.
and side note – I have nominated you to join in on the three day quotes challenge – but do not feel obligated to join in – just do it if you are in the mood – and maybe have some quote darts to aim… lol
xxoo
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Aw! Thanks!
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☺️
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