The Course of True Love
My induction to your heart was met with brackish tears
intermingled, yours and mine, as though we both had fears.
Would our love form a hybrid, jubilant and true,
or would there be conditions, demands and counting coup?
Fresh love may be wild, rushing a vagrant course,
sloshing over edges, straying from its source.
But as it is a river, it will resume its banks
and flow us down together, with our deepest thanks.
Prompts today are brackish, hybrid, jubilant, induct, and condition.
How lovely!
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Beautiful poetry Judy. 🙏
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Well expressed~! I really like this one~!
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Thanks, Sam. You had a lovely float downstream with your love, I know.
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Nice
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I just adore this one!
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Beautiful imagery in this one!
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Thanks, Janet.
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