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The Waltz of a Poetess and Endless Conundrums
She, suffered in angst and a deep loneliness,
As her jasmined poertry, was new and just growing.
“What good are my poems regarding truthfulness
or honesty?”
Against seas of creative poems, puff-pretty, bright
And glowing?
The icy, winter,rains came and gave her not a
whisp of a warm answer.
Her soul and stomach did crave some reprise..
“No, no, rest, dear poetess,”….words whispered
came in the form of a mystical soul- prancer.
Then..what to do, she most freely wept!
“Stop looking for readers of my poems?”
Is there a wondrous secret being kept?
“Stop, stop”, the laughing, winter-prancer said.
“Each poem you wrote once sweetly slept in
the soft bed of your heart.”
“Let it be go now….and like a newborn eagle..
alight with freedom and depart.”
Dedicated to Joe Maverick in Australia, on the
loss of his cat, Tibbles.! Condolences.
Your kndness to me has always been
appreciated!
Huggs~Pangie
***Written sometine in my early years here***
1/6/2024
Copyright ©
Panagiota Romios
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