My story lost its glamour;
My tale is one grotesque.
And now I have to wonder:
Was it always only lacquer,
Or can what’s underneath come to be
Fine without the rest?
"When I am writing, I am trying to find out who I am…" –Maya Angelou
My story lost its glamour;
My tale is one grotesque.
And now I have to wonder:
Was it always only lacquer,
Or can what’s underneath come to be
Fine without the rest?
I just have to like a poem that uses ‘grotesque’ and ‘lacquer.’ Excellent musing, as well.
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Heh. Thanks.
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Agreed, Ms. Owens, most definitely
As for you, Rachel, you’ve quite the facility with words, calling forth just the right one, and setting it to breathtaking effect. Thus weaving a shimmering tapestry. (Huh – it seems I’ve used hat metaphor before. Little matter – it still is an apt description.)
You say you’re a writer, Rachel, but “goldsmith” may be more fitting.
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If I knew the verbal equivalent of a bow, sir, you would have it. 😊
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Nice blog
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Thank you. ☺
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My pleasure, followed you!
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Ah, thank you again!
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Yes, it can. Dig it up.
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I find that so hard to believe sometimes. Why would anyone want some flawed, splintering wood, when they can have something beautiful? Well… I guess I’ll just have to keep a lookout for some sandpaper.
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Every rose has its thorns…
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