Blurred branches of feeling
the intersection of “Not good enough,”
and “You fell for that again?”
awkward limbs that cross
and cross again in confusion. While inches
of growth reach, stretch toward light.
The turbulent angles discretely covered
by feathered orange deliciousness.
A fancy distraction,
just like my sunglasses and hat
a layer of colors,
the perfect cover up to keep
my crack of failure private.
© Ali Grimshaw 2017
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
the perfect cover up to keep
my crack of failure private.
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Thank you Kirsten.
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A very thoughtful poem Ali, and I adored your line, “The turbulent angles discretely covered by feathered orange deliciousness”. so wonderfully poetic…..
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Thanks Ivors. I appreciate the reflection back.
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Love this. Timely.
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Thanks Jessica.
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You’re welcome.
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‘As friendly with nature ‘ nature gives that kind of happiness which could not found in any where.
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Agreed. Nature is my favorite artist. Thanks for letting me know you enjoyed this poem.
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Your words describe perfectly where I’m at right now and like a puzzle piece falling into place, I’m left in awe of the beauty that can be found there…
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Thank you for your poetic response. I believe all writers write to connect with others. It is fulfilling to know my words resonated with you.
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