Yesterday I posted a link to my friend, Julie’s blog post that featured her photo (below). Just in case my readers didn’t click on the link, here’s the poem I wrote to accompany the photo.
“Hung Out to Dry”
Passion had its way with her
Swept her up
Cast her about
Until she was
Strung out,
Wrung out,
Hung out to dry,
Swinging from tenterhooks
For all the world to see.
A lesser woman might’ve
Given up,
Shriveled up,
Dried on the vine,
Not she, no for
She claimed her place,
Staked her bets and
Stood on her own two feet.
Unbound.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Omg beautiful. ❤
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Thank you!
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Beautiful
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Thank you!
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It is a wonderful piece Leslie, visually and ‘worderly’. x
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I like that “worderly” word! Thanks!
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Awwww….. sounds worderlyish I think xxxxxxx
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O mean wordy is quite the wrong word in a way.
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Wow. The photograph is eerie but the words are stunning!
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Thank you! It was fun to write.
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She even wore the “A” sweater she knitted for herself…….of course, he was fine, no public judgment …in fact ,he was a man now
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