Cobbled

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Cobbled


Cobbled
Crudely or roughly assembled
A life you bring without much thought
It is here now
When will you do your thinking

Flight
The feelings slip between its grout lines
And yet there is no grout
Nothing to secure it or keep it in place

Fight
Blackened by words that tarnish
Goodwill
Do you hear yourself or
Is it that you only hear yourself
And no one else.


Kristen Haskell

Posted over on her site Living in the Middle
Listed as #36 over on Magpie Tales 51