harsh words
ignored, forgotten
presumably forgiven
-I lick wounds
and move on
-a voice
-a gesture
-a word
pierces again
pop comes up
forgotten pain
relationships
not easy to repair
gloss over differences
eulogize wabi sabi
promote kintsugi art
yet…
cracks are always there
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I think it’s the cracks that make us interesting… nothing to hold on to when everything’s flawless. Wonderful take on the prompt!
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I like “nothing to hold on to” 😊
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Ooooo… This is good. I feel them inspiring me….
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Thank you, Sassy!
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That’s true
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Thanks, Maria!
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Wow, Reena, you use of ‘pop’ is very effective in its placement in the flow of this poem…
❤
David
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Thank you so much, David!
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Someone once told me that we need the cracks, for that’s where the light gets in…
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Excellent perspective!
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Hopeful, at least, Reena…
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Of course 😊
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A deep thought.
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A reality 😦
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❤️🩹
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