Joy slips through my fingers
Like an elusive stranger
Like water in the palm
Of my hand
Like air in
A bubble
Bursting.
I hope
Still.
Joy slips through my fingers
Like an elusive stranger
Like water in the palm
Of my hand
Like air in
A bubble
Bursting.
I hope
Still.
Poems and Petals 
Short and potent. Thank you for sharing, I enjoyed reading this piece 🙂 You earned a follow friend.
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I am so glad, thank you so much! 😀
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Place joy in a silver cup darling!
lol
chris
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Good thinking! Hi, Chris! 🙂
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Hello,
wink, blink an a sweet wet kiss….
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Well done!
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Thank you 😀
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Nice one! 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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If it slips through your fingers it still must be somewhere else…
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Of course it must be, I love that thought! 😀
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😉 😘
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While it is true, there is more joy to be found!
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Thank you! I love that thought 😀
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Beautiful
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I love the word elusive. Though it has a very sad meaning in your poem, to me the word implies ‘hard to catch or get ahold of, but not impossible.’ I’m glad your character has hope, because I think if she’s determined, she’ll catch her joy 🙂
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That’s so good and encouraging to hear Mandi! Yes, hopefully she’ll catch her joy! Xx
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Joy is yours through your way with words, my dear friend Vonita.
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You are so kind, thank you, Mark!
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