Wisdom
her youth tainted
by false friends
a bitter green tart time
stale mate
finally feet on the ground
brooming out the dead wood
her only longing now
a ripe mango or a sunny day
This Weeks Words from Stanley Kunitz's
" I Dreamed I'm Getting Old "
youth false bitter green tart time
stale ground dead longing ripe wisdom
Your poem has a natural feel to it, I couldn't tell it was created from a word list. Wonderfully crafted.
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