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Flip

Crofts of humble
mute to grumble
What prods a heart to seek succor?
Fall to tumble
mind a’jumble
spayed fingers join to clasp in prayer.

Flipped to sober
fearless warrior
What tools to fight off plights of fear?
High to lower
wise the warrior
Gains strength and force in quiet’s calm.

Thank you Karen O'Leary...I'll send you
a picture of 'Flip', when I can get back into
Illustrator.:) You're a gentle and kind lady,
and very inspirational!!

introspectionverse

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Robert Johnson

January 4, 2015 at 5:22 PM

Hope and fear lost in a beer awaiting invitation. Finally steered clear within the mirror avoiding imitation. Love when poems take me on a journey of my own words. Thanks. Peace. :) I know that kind of sounds egocentric. What I mean is this. Poetry that spins the readers mind is a good thing. :)

Funom Makama

April 2, 2014 at 6:21 AM

Your fine lines ignite my ecstasy, but pride makes me in whole fumble. The resultant rumble of these words beats the threshold as their impact are felt. Colliding with my heart BAM! the incident was more than a mere stumble as I accept the freshness of this poem while pride shatters in crumbles as it immediately stopped being a hindrance. Lovely poem Michelle, your pages are so homely.