How quickly we can forget, those in desperate need
We hoard away material things we really don’t want
While thinking we’re living an illustrious life, indeed
We should never forget those, with faces, so gaunt
Word of the Day – Illustrious
Daily Word Prompt – Hoard
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Imagine all human idiosyncrasy, gathered in one place
It could surely stretch the imagination, to create this
The only absolute is, we are all of different face
On the upside, there’s no way, anyone can debate this
Word of the Day – Upside
FOWC with Fandango – Idiosyncrasy
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Stretch
Daily Word Prompt – Absolute
©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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life
moves
down a path
strange
yet known
like the soft cheek
untouched
but kissed
or the moon
distant
and understood
in the liquid reflecting pools
of the eyes
seen
unseen
seeing
blind
felt
in the dark
shining
through tears
reaching
probing
always
seeking
strangely
known
life
moves
its
juxtapositions
positioned
sublime
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