Post No. 830
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Reflections
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Sweep the dark dank and dusty corners of my heart
Cleaning out the debris of the past
What’s gone is gone and will never be the same
New beginnings with only myself to blame
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My life seems to be
— on reflection — full of new starts
But I fail always
— in detection — to find the underlying
. imperfection
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Is it that which goes before a fall
Or perhaps shape-shifting blame
Or none at all but many many more
God help me find what I am searching for…
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©Denise G Allen, 27 June 2015 04:23
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27/06/2015 at 9:13 am
Don’t knock yourself…you are only human!
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27/06/2015 at 9:54 am
Thanks Gran, I know, but this isn’t me, lol! All is fine on the home front. And the poem ran away with/from me again! Not what I meant to say at all. Ha!
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27/06/2015 at 1:19 pm
Poems will do that. I think we do have to do some mental cleaning over time. I dont know if we can ever truly throw things out, but we can let go of them. And sometimes have a hard time finding the information again – like someones name. Ha.
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