Blank documents/ in retrospect alight the nascent day sun cresting the horizon meteor showers/ salted debris black canvas/ infinite twitches flicker against the night the mind creates a fortress/ to ground the body to a meaning/ a purpose to greet each day— as the turning of lathe to leg on wooden post. Would the Creator grumble if broken? Of course you ask the obvious not mistaken for frivolity— you jester a crooked smile then proceed with caution.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash
The intention in each line makes itself so wonderfully heard, and I love how the narrative winds into its natural and cautious, yet determined ending!
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Thank you, Jaya! I appreciate your reading and commenting. ✌🏼🙋🏻♂️
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Wow, this whole piece is enchanting! Thank you for this journey.
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Thank you so much 😊
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Of course!
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this is truly magical and love the feel and imagery of each line and your picture so gorgeous Jay! Many questions as we sail.. xo 💖
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Thanks for reading, Cindy.
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