Standing Alone
All color is drained from an offering
that holds nothing more than the bones
of a life spent pursuing a dream
with no hope of realization.
Like a walk through dry grass,
our journey together has not brought
the joy we sought, with naught but
the knowledge that our ways must part.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Presence #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
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Oh my! Bthis hit home for me! Great poem
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Thank you. 🙂
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Better to follow a hopeless dream, perhaps, than to live without hope.
Aheart=-wrenching poem, Ken.
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You won’t know if you don’t try.
Thank you, Sue.
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Wow! Great poem, Ken and again – so wise!
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Thank you, Lynne! 😀
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Haunting intrigue … my brain is leaping all over the place!
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Thanks, Jazz.
I like a prompt that sends my mind in unexpected directions.
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This is very sad, Ken.
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It is, Robbie. Fortunately, it’s not my current state of mind.
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Thank you for sharing this, Sue.
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