Today I cast off my dreams
leaving them on yesterday’s wake
did I have the perfect form
or was I making a mistake
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today I waded deep into sorrow
jigsaw puzzle pieces mismatched
wishing I could ignite the driftwood
you were reality’s dreadful catch
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today I danced to a new beat
loosened my hair into the breeze
laughed away yesterday’s tight rope
casting-off from you an ease

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Author: moondustwriter
Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing and publishing in multiple genres (including education) in E. African for E. Africa. As a writer, it is a thrill to write for children (on all continents) who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 13 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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An attitude that we should take about the past…but most don’t…a good verse to start the week.
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The past can govern the present if we allow it. Have a great week, Charlie
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Fabulous writing.
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__We must honor the past… it is the greatest teacher, and provident of our future; each morning, a new fork in the road… that, so well sensed in your verse. [A senryu echo] _m
each failure charts
this path to leave untraveled
forks in the road
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…and try not to repeat it 🙂
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I like the strong image of the forks
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Another great piece. Well done
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thanks Luke
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Wonderful poem. Getting past the past. Not easy.
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