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Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation.

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#980725 added April 10, 2020 at 8:27pm
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April 10 prompt: an instance or pattern of repetition
[as flesh sloughs off these blenching bones]

as flesh sloughs off these blenching bones,
you fill the hours of my longing
abandoned, I will die alone

for I am made of dirt and stone
and naught can right these worldly wrongs
once flesh sloughs off these blenching bones

what friends could not accept, condone
I spoke to swaying gath'ring throngs
yet now abandoned, die alone

where bitter winds have come and blown
away the breath of once belonging
flesh sloughs off these blenching bones

and only you are left to moan,
one fading note, one last torch song
but now I leave to die alone

your fingers can no longer roam
my face, embrace and heal with songs
as flesh sloughs off these blenching bones
abandoned, I will die alone

KE [177.26] (10.abril.2020)

A variation of a villanelle: 1b2 ab1 ab2 ab1 ab2 ab12

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