Them
They prance about
Oblivious
Knowing no bounds
I watch them,
Ragging envy green
So alone
Watching from here
So consumed
With how I’m there
To convey the disparity
There can’t be limits on lines
Straining to further stretch myself
Yet finding myself more confined
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Love frivolous but prance about oblivious! Great poem.
Thank you so much Linda!
Ummm.. this is incredible !!!
The misty font, the title, the pawn shape, the idea perfectly felt as spoken, the ending.
Wow ! A masterpiece.
Wow! Thank you. Your words and detailed recognition means so very much.