The righteous will say,
No closure for the wicked
No rest for the hordes
Rail on for justice,
For resolution’s balance
For a sign of peace
Dove’s wings are tangled
Within the hawk’s taloned fists
Your closure, his claws
I began writing about one kind of closure, but my words wandered into a different place.
Peace, people.
Oh I think you say EVERYTHING here . Words that wander are never lost. x
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Thank you.
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You have quite a way with words you know.
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Thank you. I always feel like I’m an amateur (which is true) in a sea of professionals (also true.)
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Oh God no. You always write with heartfelt passion and you hold up mirrors to wrongs. It’s concise, it strikes chords and it touches. You have great imagery. And yet a touch that is light. but tht I mean you don’t clobber the subject matter. You let it speak. x
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That’s awfully sweet.
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It’s the truth. Saying frankly I see a lot of writing out there and I see some pretty awful things being praised to the nines within what I’d call writing cliques not colonies of self pubbed folks who give Indy authors a bad name. I will never go oh that’s wonderful when it’s toe bunchingly bad. When I see something good I will say so. And I will say why. xxxxxxx
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