Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….
Copyright-Sandra Crook
Copyright-Sandra Crook
Great to read your Poem. What a great line “Stuck in this reciting moment” is too.
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Thank you, Graham. Maybe its time to go back to poetry.
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I cannot imagine anything worse than being caught in a chemical prison
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I think every prison has its specific shade of horror.
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Dear Loré.
A well written and rather chilling verse about addiction. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle.
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Heartbreaking.
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Thank you, Dawn.
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Realistic and graphic. Well done.
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Much appreciated.
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Very word punches in the gut!
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It was not my intention, it just rolled that way.
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Great poem, a dark place to be.
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Yes, I am afraid it is. Thank you.
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Haunting. I can imagine this set to music.
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Happy it worked for you, it is a calculated risk, pairing a story with the music.
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Cleverly brutal
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I take that as a double compliment.
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Great poem. There is no escape from oneself.
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The cry of a lost soul. Marvelous, Loré, Truly marvelous. Yes, it’s time you revisited poetry. I enjoy it.
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Great poem of a lost, lonely soul. Captures the intensity brilliantly
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High praise, indeed. Thank you!
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That type of poison takes a terrible toll on the body and life. Good writing, Lore. —- Suzanne
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Much appreciated, Suzanne.
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