Simple little hill
I can make you a mountain
If I start to crawl
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Katherine Eadie
I write poetry but I don’t call myself a poet :)
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A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi8 days ago in Fiction
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Came back to read this poem, made me laugh again 😂 it’s the little things
So great!
this is brilliant — it really gave me a giggle 😂