Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
-By Linda Lee Lyberg
Waiting for the words
he knows she wants to hear
she sits, enduring
the silence his chisel
carving her into stone
he speaks, but it’s too late.
Copyright©2017
Linda Lee Lyberg
Day 14 Of Micropoetry month on THOTPURGE
Great poem, the image works very well with your content and I like how your title bleeds into the lines of the poem
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Thank you!
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Such a sense of expectation on all parts. Really like this one,
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2017/11/14/stray-thought-14/
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Great poem! 😊
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Thank you! I am so happy you enjoyed the poem.
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Nicely done Linda! Thanks for sharing!!
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Thank you! I am happy you enjoyed it.
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You have the Midas touch with your words here, Linda.
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Thank you!
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