Quintessential Nonessentials
Grasp the splinters
Hold on tight
Bleed in gentle
Spurts of white
Bless the broken
Wings of fate
Rent through bitter
Black as hate.
Softness enters
Through the left
Lightness genteel
Homes bereft
Doubt not yielding
Sun of sons
Bitter unveiling
One yet none.
You have to explain to me how these are in any way non-essential. Poetry is essential. It just is. Like breathing. Or funny stories.
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I see on your interests you have twot hings that catch my eye (and I didn’t even read them all), Anne of Green Gables, which I love…and I love largely because of the 2nd thing I noticed…you have something about redheads, and being a redhead I love things about redheads (like Anne of Green Gables). ryn: Yeah, I’d love to think my phone would ring off the hook, but our biggest district inthe area just made huge cuts because of budget cuts so I’ll just be happy if the phone rings period!
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