if rambo sewed curtains
instead of his arm
what strength would he
place in the cotton,
resilience to tugs and pressure
from a climbing cat
or a child wishing
to see snow from a
winters window,
it need not be war
it need not be pain,
sometimes curtains close
out the things we wish
not to see,
but does rambo need
to sew them every time
Profound, profound, profound. Really enjoy very much your poetry. A very fortunate discovery for me, Chris.
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Good old Rambo! Great poem!
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Hola Chris, buenos días.
Agradecida por seguir mi blog.
Te deseo una hermosa jornada.
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Gracias Marta tiene una gran semana y todo lo mejor
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Great poem. Power imagery and lots of interesting societal questions.
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Millie thanks for reading and all the best
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