How often have I envied
an artist, poet, writer
wishing I could do
what they appear
to exclusively know.
But then I probe,
disentangle thought
find inner worlds
unschooled, distraught
processed differently
expressed untwirled
My words carry
my pulse, my hue;
and so do theirs
short or long
each voice unique
a sovereign song.
styles can be compared
techniques admired
but never the flame
The spirit’s fire burns
in its own name.

No need for envy; you’re doing your own thing pretty well, Reena!
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Thanks 😀
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You’re welcome!
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Each of us in our own time, frame and name ~
And thankfully we can share in safe places like your enjoyable prompts. 🙂
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I find the WordPress community to be vibrant and a very safe place. Trolling can happen on Medium. Substack somehow feels impersonal.
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I’m not a fan of how Substack works. They also try an toss stuff my way that I didn’t ask for. I have an account that I don’t do anything with… just to comment for some friends who do have it. For all ‘its’ faults… WP works – well, for the most part anyway.
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You have a unique style, Reena.
‘styles can be compared
techniques admired
but never the flame
The spirit’s fire burns
in its own name.’
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Thank you so much, Indira!
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Wow! Fabulous piece, Reena.
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Thank you so much, Eugi!
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You’re welcome, Reena!
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Beautiful 👍🏼
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome
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😀
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Be proud of your brilliant style.
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Absolutely ☝️❤️❤️
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