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| Photography by Alicia Savage |
Awake feeling lonely again
Once more she'd washed the dress she has
Faithful friend mostly hides behind
Faces the world but really not
Incognito dwelling from all
with all her fears
closely behind
Hanging that dress in the open
Hoping, she sings find me find me
Please I want better company
The dress is old it's very old
Though it's tired as she's
it hides not
And her fears get washed now and then
They never get clean like the dress
Hidden long enough so go home
Have a glass of wine
soak her feet
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved
- Photo prompts from Carrie at the Sunday Muse,
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The emotions in this really sing out Jim. I felt these lines like a cotton dress up on the skin.
ReplyDeleteInteresting poem, Jim. Sometimes being alone with one's thoughts is not all it's cracked up to be.
ReplyDeleteThe title of your poem spoke volumes ........... Cheers and Happy Sunday.
ReplyDeleteOh, I feel it. There are times lonely fits too well, feels so familiar.
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