She walks alone in peace, tarries shedding the burden she carries hunting freshness, looking wearied I saw dropped skins she 'd outgrown No imposed guilt, sins to atone moving steady on paths unknown Raw forces behind her rallied Her feet heavy with commitments yet tracing paths of wonderment she creates art, does not lament lack of love - all questions parried see for how long will she pull on think if she is mad or moron check if it's just her or a clone but let her go - free, unqueried
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I love the metaphor of life as walking… it would be great to have someone sharing her burden though.
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Life is a movement from birth to death. Whatever happens in between are highlights.
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I love that last line especially – ‘but let her go – free, unqueried’ – you can’t pin down a creative soul!
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Nobody can… but ‘unqueried’ is a question mark.
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but let her go – free, unqueried…if only that would happen.
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The doubt you raise is so valid. The world makes it their business to raise queries.
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bare foot
no longer shod
hovel
sewn
lines in the palm
frodz
fonda her
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I like this option best: but let her go – free, unqueried. Thanks for joining us.
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Thank you, Grace!
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Really v deep enough
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Thanks a lot, Rajni!
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This is a beautifully written poem Reena. Love the thoughts behind your poetry
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Thank you, Sadje! Living in uncertainty needs a lot of strength.
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It does. You’re welcome
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