Shouting in my mind,
voices tumble
Indignant,
over one another
Labyrinth of guilt ,
confessions finally rising to trembling lips
Erasing
an unquiet mind
Niggling regret
laid to rest
Conscience,
in forgiveness
zones or syllables
E(e)mptied.
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Natalie Wilkinson
Writing. Woven and Printed Textile Design. Architectural Drafting. Learning Japanese. Gardening. Not necessarily in that order.
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The Devil's Triangle
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wiles3 days ago in Fiction
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Uniquely formatted and folded. Well done.
This is a powerful bit of poetry.