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Aug 15, 2022
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About Optics
When all avenues seem closed
Emotional baggage holds your bonds
Rank despair bogs down the heart
Like anklets hewn from concrete blocks
Hold fast with all your inner hope
Espy the long forgotten truth
…For every seen atrocity
A silent miracle goes unnoticed
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
Is the internal logic consistent?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
Geezer
2 years 11 months ago
The play on words...
in your title is obvious and I wonder at the truth that there are miracles [little ones to be sure], that go unnoticed, while we focus on the ones that appear before us. Nice... ~ Geez.
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