Blink blank stares pinpointed glares harnessed hatred on the back of hands feel the burn of love blow the plans two fisted batterings fish-fried hot pans let the drain open to drool out and fan the heat rested then baked inside gripped irons whipped hides starched whites demands power stiff on command led then flanked then led again blink blank stares shuffled cares whisked away on double-dares do ya’ ? Don’t give a damn!
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Angelina Litvin on Unsplash
Very wonderful rhythm, I could almost hear a drumbeat.
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cool imagery Jay!~ ❣️
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Thanks Cindy!
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you’re most welcome my friend! 💗
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Loving the bold imagery in this poem and its pairing with a perfect photograph! ❤
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Thank you, Layla 🙋🏻♂️
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Wonderful!
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Thanks Luisa!
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You’re more than welcome 🙏
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