AGAiN, BECAUSE i'M SiTTiNG AT LONG LAST ALONE WiTH HiM.
RELiEVED
THERE iS FiNALLY NO ONE AROUND US, WHO WOULD BE ASSESSiNG WHiLE LOOKiNG GRiM.
CONTENT
TO SHARE THiS MOMENT iN TiME, BEiNG TOGETHER, iN A WORLD WHERE OTHERWiSE THE CHANCE FOR THAT iS REALLY SLiM.
ANXiOUS
SHOWiNG MY WELL-KEPT SECRETS, SHOWiNG TOO MUCH, BY LETTiNG MY TRUE FEELiNGS SLiP ON A WHiM.
UNSURE
iF MY FEELiNGS ARE ONE-SiDED OR iF THERE COULD BE MORE THAN FRiENDSHiP, THAT iN TiME TOGETHER WE COULD SWiM.
HOPEFUL
HiS SHY LOOKS AND SEAMiNGLY TENTATiVE TOUCHES MEAN MORE TO HiM AS WELL AS ME.
FEARFUL
ALL THE TiME, NOT WANTiNG TO TAKE THE RiSK OF OPENNESS WiTH HiM; TO AVOiD TO BE TORN BY SOCiETY LiMB TO LiMB.
UNWiLLiNG
TAKiNG THAT RiSK, RiSKiNG HiM, NOT ME, BY TAKiNG A LEAP AND JUMPiNG iNTO FOREiGN LAND FROM THiS STRAiT RiM.
SETTLiNG
AT THiS MOMENT iN TiME: BREATHiNG HiM iN, MAKiNG MYSELF DRUNK ON HiM.
DESTiNED
TO WELL iN MEMORiES OF TiMES LiKE THESE; GATHERiNG SNiPPETS, QUiRKS, AND LOVELiNESS BECAUSE ULTiMATELY iN TiMES OF LONELiNESS i WiLL HAVE TO SECRETLY SiNG HiS HYMN.
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Dawn D. McKenzie
So profound… Your soul shines through this poem. I felt torn reading it. Maybe because, to some extent, I can relate?
wlknlr.wolkenleer
Thank you for your kind words. I’m happy you could feel with them. That means a lot.
Dawn D. McKenzie
Mein Vergnügen 🙂
ben Alexander
hi, Svenja 👋🏻
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Lynn__ is now live:
This is definitely my favorite poem of yours that I’ve read so far, Svenja… I love where you took it – it was unexpected for me at first, but it immediately made perfect sense! And I love how you took us through the steps of the narrator’s thought process… Wonderful.
~David
wlknlr.wolkenleer
Your kind words make me blush David. I am so happy you like it. I was surprised as well. But sometimes you just have to go with the flow.
Svenja
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So profound… Your soul shines through this poem. I felt torn reading it. Maybe because, to some extent, I can relate?
Thank you for your kind words. I’m happy you could feel with them. That means a lot.
Mein Vergnügen 🙂
hi, Svenja 👋🏻
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Lynn__ is now live:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2024/09/11/w3-prompt-124-weave-written-weekly/
Enjoy❣️
~David
This is definitely my favorite poem of yours that I’ve read so far, Svenja… I love where you took it – it was unexpected for me at first, but it immediately made perfect sense! And I love how you took us through the steps of the narrator’s thought process… Wonderful.
~David
Your kind words make me blush David. I am so happy you like it. I was surprised as well. But sometimes you just have to go with the flow.
Svenja