Back-fence Whispers
Since I heard the rumors that my love is leaving,
unproven fears extend their claws and set my heart to grieving.
Still fluid memories of our love rush in to calm my mind,
shoring up belief that he’s not the roaming kind.
Still, those hurtful whispers breathed behind cupped hands
warn me that he’ll soon be off to foreign lands.
Thus, I sit and worry about what the truth may be.
Which love has he chosen? Is it the world or me?
The words today are hurt heard whispers since roams clawing rush still fluid grieving shore breathe : for the Sunday Whirl Wordle 619 Image by Ben White on Unsplash.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
He should always choose you. Seamlessly written
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Oh, you did size me up~! In my roaming years, I had been known to have “loved um and leave um”, but I did try to be nice about it, and correspond often. What good was a single “girlfriend” in Louisiana if I was in Bolivia South America~? Until I got caught by one who figured out my weakness, and turned the tables on me~!
THANK GOD~!
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Oh I am back to being called “Anonymous” but I did correspond~!
SAM
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A great poem, Judy, but there are so many prompt words that I wondered how many more you needed to add!
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Not just my loves — but I myself — was dependable in this undependable way. 🙂
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Wonderful poem, Judy!
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