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I hope I'm not being out of line but this kind of aligns with something I wrote. Forgive me. It's in quatrain classic form.

Patches on my Soul

Let the four line stanzas roll
for all the patches on my soul
Muse I bid you to begin
to gently move the mind and pen.

Imprisoned in this cage of rhyme,
I slowly heal over time,
Although events can take their toll
they sew patches on my soul.

So much more than hideous dreams;
the profaned paper stacked in reams.
Lovers that have come and gone,
circumstance I stand upon.

Pain of body, pain of mind,
hopes ahead, and loss behind.
I blush as crimson as a rose
for some of the patches I expose.

I feel I should apologize.
All this rhyming seems unwise,
but in all of this, my only goal
is to show these patches on my soul.

Interesting, how I can read this and not know if it is one of yours until the end.
What does that say about me?
What does that say about you?

I am threadbare
The vibrant coloured tapestry
Of my past, nailed to the cold stone wall, can't exclude the encroaching draft of age. Those colours have all but faded now, and Sackcloth hangs to cover the cracks on crumbling walls, yet I'm still here...threadbare, but still stitched.

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I think I might start thrusting my poems upon you! lol. JK. I'll be gentle.

A Passing Trifle

Dancing dust in light that could have been the sun
A thousand splintered fragments refracting wond'rous dances
simply circumstances when the wheel has been spun;
endless games of chance
that are never lost or won....

Fate is blinded here, it seems
By the same glow that alights auspicious dreams
Inspires the fickle wind, the gust
Caresses twilight's dancing dust

Yet words are history's cheap whore,
and we the doubting shameful Johns,
who profane the very hand of fate,
and malign the sanctity of trust.........,

And if words history's harlots be
What can be said of poetry?
A brutal swing by dead'ning Lust?
Or deft stroke of Aphrodite?

It is a feather in your cap at least,
or a sword in your hand at best
to paint the plight with eloquence,
and become the hand of entropy........

I can understand the way you are, i get that way too... I can relate that descriptive poem.. That's what life gives you and me...

Beautifully done!🎶

That's a really great one. It fits ya too, best bud.😍

I just had a telemed with my VA doctor. I hope I didn't miss you, but I don't see your green dot.

Love this

You posted this on a great day, my b day

Very nice

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Burn in your bones huh. Me thinks this line would make a good lead into a story. ;)