you cut my tongue
took it to the morgue
to stifle my words;
•
you chopped my fingers
burnt them to cinders
to bridle my vigour;
•
yet my thoughts
cease to staunch
from fluttering out
©
Jacqueline
Excerpt from my work-in-progress poetry book 3 – Check out Unbridled
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A wordsmith with a vivid imagination, an eager mind and a burning desire to carve out tales. As I journey with my muse to that land of all possibilities and self discovery, I hope my personal evolution will serve as a beacon of inspiration for anyone who chooses to stop by.
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a cooking pot and twisted tales 
Reblogged this on crjen1958 and commented:
Up coming book!
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Poetry, 0Ooo-my!
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Wow!
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Wow. awesome write.
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Beautifully crafted Jackie… Love it🌹🌹
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Beautiful,
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Thanks dear
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