The latent lust sprinkles matters like moonbeams through a window barely whispering greetings. Structures know the melting of egos or the moment never lasts but form flutters a format for diplomats to rise again in heroes cloaks that they cannot wear because they're not allowed to. So, inference is a bargain in ideals. Torrent is a scream from the heart. Peace is in the window.
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Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle
Vocal Top Story 13 times + Awesome Story 2X. Author of Award Winning Novel Small Tales and Visits to Heaven XI Edition + books of poems, etc. Also in lit journal, anthology, magazine + award winning entries.
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This is awesome. I never considered myself a poet until I found Vocal-- and still really don't. I'm constantly learning from the best here, like you, Lisa. I *love* that this reads like an opening paragraph for some fantastical story. I could see other authors (including myself) making this a string of lines... instead of this tight form. This adds to it, IMO. It's like a teaser for a trip to Wonderland. 😉 ⚡💙 Bill⚡
Magnificent work Lisa! Love it! 🫶🏾💕
“Structures know the melting of egos” is such a quiet, devastating line.
"for diplomats to rise again in heroes cloaks that they cannot wear because they're not allowed to". Should not be allowed to is more like it. I am so irate at the state of things.
Love these lines > Torrent is a scream from the heart. Peace is in the window.