twisted visions barring my every which way
marshaling wrong moves in this maze
wrecked limbs so pitiless to learn
feeding thorns adorning cruel turns
wishing snowed walls would give ground
to greet the sky as she looks down
but that hope must be miles ahead
as I navigate the very bends I dread
2019
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ethan dale eagar 
We can plan to navigate around the obstacles but hope keeps you going
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It sure does! 🙂
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Every word counts in this one, Ethan. I love the plodding feel of the syllables. Wonderfully done.
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Thank you! Haha, yeah some of these phrases were echoing in my head for a few weeks, sometimes I approach poetry like I was still writing music….maybe it still bleeds across. Wonderful comment, I am glad you liked it! Have a great day!
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I love it when an author is sensitive to the sharpness and softness of words, the number and rhythm of syllables, and how they’re arranged. It always stands out for me like it did in this poem.
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