Lost in my poetry: The meaning of me.
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Sep 5, 2024
Sometimes, the words get tangled
and in my mind, become trapped,
like weeds choking flowers,
who want everything beautiful.
Unable to separate site and sense,
The flowers would die.
The good and the bad,
together they have meaning,
purpose,
that is my poetry, that is my life.
Patsy Starke 9/4/2024
