Acceptance Charm
She’ll take the river’s trace
over curl and leaf
and the street’s
dead end,
riveting eyes
even as they blink.
The narcotic’s benediction.
Renewal. Sleep.
That bed remains unmade,
stripped of purpose: no
caress a thigh would
recognize
dark fingers writing in air
“Acceptance Charm” last appeared here in April 2018.
O at the Edges 
I’ve only read one post and I’m already in love with your poetic soul and your stream of consciousness writing. So beautiful. Thank you for putting your authentic self out there for us to celebrate. Follow my blog if you feel that it would resonate with you. Looking forward to read more!💕
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Thanks very much. I just found your comment buried in my spam folder. I’m not sure why it was there, but thought you should know.
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No problem! My pleasure mate!
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Yikes – this one is unsettling! What a fascinating image (the fingers). What a wake-up call to NOT take a sleeping pill. (Though narcotic may be symbolic?)
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I was unsettled when I wrote it!
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A narcotics benediction in euphoria…..mmmmm. She’ll certainly have an acceptance charm when taking the rivers trace in curl and charm.
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It is a meandering path, if ever there was one.
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It could also be an unwinding path that can be traced if followed in a form of a maze.
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I’d stumble off…
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Realllyyyyyyyy……
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I’m easily led astray. Even GPS fails me. 🙂
By the way, I just found your comment in my spam folder! Hence the delayed reply.
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No worries, I’m sure most of your writeups were done some years ago. I was just searching through the ones that caught my attention. I saw some published in 2015. I’m yet to look through the latest ones for 2019.
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