Where there was friendship once, the land now lies neglected, weeds and ruins usurping sweet memories
The woman who could talk the black of a crow suddenly doesn’t think there is anything to add
Though
Others she involves
With an edited report
She omits facts that are crucial
She’s very, very careful
And in this way she redraws
Her fingers dirty with chalk
Her mind febrile
She stoops to – almost – lies
As a last resort
Until she is left
With the picture
That will let
Her
Live with herself
But the truth she hides, ignores
It’s too harsh and too simple
What came to pass was due to the worship of false idols over honesty and the real
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“Where there was friendship once, the land now lies neglected, weeds and ruins usurping sweet memories”
So dark and sad, Nathalie, yet brilliant.
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I don’t know about brilliant, but it’s definitely sad
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It is brilliant. Trust me. I know shoes and I know brilliant. 😀
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Well, I KNOW that you know shoes! Your taste is perfect in that particular area 😁
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As is yours. 😀
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That goes without saying 😉
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Superb.
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Far too kind, dear pontificator 🙂
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“Worship of false idols over honesty…” powerful
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Ah, so kind of you to say – thank you!
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very good… interesting to think about.
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Thinking is good! 😉
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Excellent piece.
Your ears must have been burning on Saturday during the Blogger’s Bash – need I say more.
Hugs!
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Ah, the famous Blogger’s bash that I still haven’t graced with my presence! 😁
Last year I said I would go to the next one but I have been buried in work for the Master’s. I foolishly didn’t realise the second year would involve a LOT more work than the first. But I’ll be finished in October – and I can’t wait. I hope you guys had a good time, I’m sure you did 😉 hugs
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“Until she is left with the picture that will let her live with herself…”
A ponderous read, Nat. Fantastic as always.
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You’re far too kind, Adam, but kindness much appreciated !
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Dark, intense and beautiful… jc
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Such kindness, thank you!
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There are the good people and real diamond when man she finds.
Material it is around the corner, but we don’t love many thank you!
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Thank you so much for stopping by!
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A well written piece of prose, and a poke in the eye to liars. It astounds me how an habitual liar comes to believe their lies.
This poem may seem dark to some, but I feel/see it more of an exposé. It’s a strong wind, the dirt of truth within. This wind could sand the paint off of an old rusting car.
Love your work, and Ive missed it!
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Thank you, Resa! What a gorgeous comment – all I need to accompany it is the sound of the band downstairs. Oh, wait, here it is! 😁
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An awesome piece of writing Nathalie. Bravo.
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You’re always so nice – thank you, Alan! 😎
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This post struck a chord. I love your writing – your thoughts.
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Thank you. I very badly wanted to do this one like a regular journal entry, me spilling everything out in my usual fashion…but there were other people to consider so I couldn’t. So this is actually quite unsatisfying for me the way I’ve done it. How are you anyway?
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Buon weekend ❤
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On revient toujours un peu aux Grecs.
Le Beau, le Vrai (Real?), le Bien?
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