See that rabbit run, across the lane and field,

to or from something, maybe spurred by fear,

could be imagined,


Could be real, unlike us, a total fabrication.

There will be no violation of intimacy in this

decade or the next; hope is a balloon inflated

one breath too far.



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7 responses »

    • As I say often, reader’s interpretation combined with writer’s intent gives it meaning…and along those lines, meaning will differ one to another. Sometimes, for me, it’s about the feeling of a piece rather than a straight-forward declaration of thoughts. This is one of those times. I heard a balloon burst today and instantly felt a sense of loss…and this is what came of it.

    • When we experience pain, the idea of hope is a difficult one to embrace, but we must hold on to it. What may be horrible today may be seen in a completely different light tomorrow. Thanks for stopping by and sharing your thoughts.

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