I will think
“knowing there is you
out there
that is the beautiful tragedy of my life. ”
I will swallow hard
and leave a good tip
I’ll swing my purse around my shoulder
and continue.
burdened by freedom.
– sc
I will think
“knowing there is you
out there
that is the beautiful tragedy of my life. ”
I will swallow hard
and leave a good tip
I’ll swing my purse around my shoulder
and continue.
burdened by freedom.
– sc
sheila sea 
I just love it, truly love it.
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Thank you, honey. š
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My mental image is that of a starving child in a third-world country.
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You always see the core of my writing. I was trying put in the most subtle inflection of first world guilty. You got me good, Skip.
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yep
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š
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I really like this: to me it conjures the image of a woman weighing life choices and then with good grace and some humour, making her peace with them and moving into her future.
I see a positive image – and that in itself is a rarity in poetry circles.
So hurrah, treat yourself to a sticky star on me, or something…
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Haha, it’s definitely bittersweet but there is a sense of moving forward. Thank you for the sticky star, I couldn’t find one so I had some champagne instead. That’s kind of like a sticky star, I guess.
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I loved this one.
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Very happy that you did, hun. Thank you for letting me know. š
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beautiful!
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Thank you š
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This is just fantastic!
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Thank you, that means a lot.
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