Whilom – September 1, 2020

Doree Grief, life, love, poetry September 1, 2020September 1, 2020 1 Minute

Hanging on like smoke

From nights past

Gritty and nasty

Rolling through the day

Hair pent up

And tangled

So many tangles

My fingers no longer twirling of boredom

Left in the nights before

As have you

But this smell

Does not wash out

I cannot rid it’s cling

Lingering in daydreams

Dirty and lost

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Published September 1, 2020September 1, 2020

Yleniaely says:

September 1, 2020 at 2:21 pm

Very emotional poem, wonderful!!! ♥️♥️♥️🤗

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1. Doree says:
  
  September 1, 2020 at 2:30 pm
  
  ❤️🤗 thank you
  
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  1. Yleniaely says:
    
    September 1, 2020 at 2:50 pm
    
    😘😘♥️♥️♥️🤗🤗
    
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Roser says:

September 1, 2020 at 10:47 pm

Very emotional lines! 💐👏🏼

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1. Doree says:
  
  September 2, 2020 at 12:36 am
  
  I’m so glad you felt them ❤️🤗. Thank you.
  
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masercot says:

September 18, 2020 at 11:39 am

Your metaphor was beautifully done. You must’ve done some planning for that one.

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1. Doree says:
  
  September 18, 2020 at 12:33 pm
  
  Thanks, Charlie 🤗
  
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