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Saturday, August 3, 2019

Self-reflection



Self-reflection on my churning thoughts.
Sometimes from the Jagged edge.
Organizing words from the mysteries within,
and jotting them down like a poet’s solemn pledge.
I’ve started a journey of self-reflection…
Noting what I’m going through today.
Making and following through on resolutions,
And it’s not even New Year’s Day.


For "The Sunday Muse"
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https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/


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13 comments:

  1. Carrie Van HornAugust 3, 2019 at 1:41 PM

    "A poet's solemn pledge"....Much of what a poet does is self reflection, and you are a beautiful poet indeed. I love this Vicki, and am so glad you joined us this week!

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  2. Eddie BluelightsAugust 3, 2019 at 2:49 PM

    Hello Vicki,
    Have not seen you for a while.
    Loved your take of self reflection and you made it work very well. And a superb effort to do it on any day except New Years Day.

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  3. Magaly GuerreroAugust 3, 2019 at 7:00 PM

    Love the pledge. And truly enjoy the thought of ever-going self-reflection (especially through poetry).

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  4. kaykualaAugust 3, 2019 at 7:55 PM

    Making and following through on resolutions,
    And it’s not even New Year’s Day.

    One is led up the garden path and still enjoying the moment!

    Hank

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  5. tonispencerAugust 4, 2019 at 1:09 PM

    I think all of us poets at some point make this pledge. good job!

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  6. C. SandlinAugust 6, 2019 at 10:28 AM

    This gave me chills.

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  7. purplepeninportland.comAugust 6, 2019 at 5:09 PM

    Love the pledge, Vicki!

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