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Vines

I rest my eyes away from you, and I feel the grip of our entwining vines. I feel how tightly they hold us— I smell the fragrance of the monomaniac squeeze— and I feel the grip of my vines loosen. I feel a wisp of cold wind— the only real sign that you have long passed me by no longer growing confusedly as one.

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J.W. Earnings

Date: 7/7/2023 8:25:00 PM

Beautifully written

James Peranteau

Date: 4/23/2023 7:34:00 PM

I wuz married....i wuz engaged....i wuz enveloped...and then, i became the man ;) i pray that you are experiencing the great Spring dear poet....much love, james

Duke Beaufort

Date: 1/22/2023 4:29:00 PM

This conjures up a lot of images in my mind. You are so thoughtful about relationships and have a delicate way of expressing that wisdom. What a real treat!!

Justin Bordner

Date: 12/23/2022 12:01:00 PM

A climax of love lunacy, releasing old skin for the birth of a fresh seed. Your use of the vine is flawless Laura. A powerful legacy of love expressed here. Despite being mournful, it feels not final to me. I'm intrigued how the final 2 lines could be either conjoined in meaning or as consequences of love's lonely wind Poetess...J.A.B.

Stephan McBride

Date: 12/19/2022 5:48:00 PM

Indeed it's easy for the world to pull us away from the vine, for all goes against it until it is revealed to them , I read about this recently where it's much easier for a branch that has known the vine that has been pulled away to be grafted in much easier than one who has never known of the vine,