How recklessly we turn
from strangers
to lovers,
and blindly back
to nothing.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
To Nothing
How recklessly we turn
from strangers
to lovers,
and blindly back
to nothing.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
the maiden, mother and caffeinated crone
Poetry and prose by Basilike Pappa
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I'll write as long as my lines live
So recklessly, indeed we do
Made mad by the venom of
Cupid’s random arrows.
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Prickly and deadly things, but oh so sweet.
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The sweetness part did come to mind, so I edited a little.
Oh, so recklessly we do,
Made Divinely Mad by
The sweet venom
Of Cupid’s random darts.
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Gorgeous
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Thank You – high praise considering the source.
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❤
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Nicole considers a kind of madness.
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The very best kind. Thank you for the reblog Bob! ❤
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This leaves an aching echo in my heart. . .
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I send the good love to fill it ❤
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Oh. God. This.💔
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Reblogged this on Secret First Draft: Member of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
Nicole Lyons/The Lithium Chronicles
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Thank you so much
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