Ethereal Grasp
Deeds I dealt. Gifts I have given. Taken or felt. My reach has risen.
Reach for clouds. Pockets of ice. Mist is loud. Scatter the mice.
Cruelty took vanity bare shattering shook into thin air.
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See AllIt's been a while since I posted a poem. So much irritation subdued in frustration. The creative bell rings less often when these distractions soften the blows to vibration and stifled timing. Here I
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