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Through roses and thorns
I proceed
Why that need to succeed
Laughing without tears
Every day just the same
A cliché- ok
Wasting time
By being in a hurry
It’s a way, not an aim
A means, not my goal
All the same
And a shame
Unremarkable,
Plain.
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11 comments:
Ho-Hum! LOVE the hair!
We used to have a saying when I lived in the Netherlands:
Come day,
GO day
God send Sunday
Ho-Hum
But still, nevertheless, a sweet poem Dolce.
Thank you for posting so soon again.
C
EXTRA-ordinary! (Wait, does that mean even more ordinary?) And certainly NOT cliché! (Okay?)
i love that you don't allow the thorns to stop you..another heartfelt poem dulce
Great words, not ordinary at all.
you know...ordinary is not so bad sometimes, just not all the time...smiles.
I love your honesty.
some days feel like that, just plain, the same. No destination just a long journey
Well, my love, all days can't be crescendos of ecstasy or those that plummet us into despair. Once in awhile, we need a so-so day in the midst of all else.
Ordinary is how it is..normally we are the ones who are EXTRA..;)
great poem Dulce..as always you sweetly touch my heart..:)
I love the new look here. A dash of red in everything. Passion, thy name is Dulce, my sweetest. The plain is the special in an accessorised world always wanting to be extra glam.
Love you for this one.
Big hugs.
Joy always,
Susan
My favoutite lines -
Wasting time
By being in a hurry
Fantastic! As is the painting. It is a pleasure for those who read your posts to see how beautifully you coordinate words and pictures - such balance.
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