When does a man stop
being what he feels?
On the street he smiles
calls himself a fool…
online he likes, comments
on her words, holds back
being a man he’s missed.
Reflection
EDC Writing – Believing Sight Unseen
'odd lines, short poems, bits of prose'
Beautiful Eric.
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Thank you, G.
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My pleasure E 🙂
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Love this one Eric
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Thank you, Lorraine
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You are welcome.
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We seem to be experts at holding back.
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True
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Beautiful, nice blog
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Thank you – and for likes you’ve given to comments I’ve made on other blogs.
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A good observation on our woeful little word…… ‘If’
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Indeed!
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Ah, a lonely poem, my friend. Beautifully told.
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Thank you, Diana – another one of those I woke up with and posted as is…
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