sometimes i lose myself in the gap
between zombie flicks and heroic deeds;
there is a love story, wrapped in plastic,
that reveals my squishy core
and points your way
when pompous days retreat,
I seek refuge, devoid its colors
& smile in grey, not
taking sides
for a change
in this moment,
when your gaze holds mine,
I shed my heavy armor
and, for just a second,
become me,
unplugged.
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Fred Rutherford over at dVerse invites us to write a poem on the topic of becoming ‘unplugged’ for Poetics today. Grab a pen and join the fun!
Another Wandering Soul 
this was like a canvas to me… i saw your brush strokes and felt your passion with each line
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thank you very much, I am glad you enjoyed
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Not very easy to shed the armour Shows the masked life we are living. isnt it? Wonderful composition and title!
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it certainly does. thanks for the visit! 🙂
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Loved your poem, sounds o so freeing !!
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thank you very much 🙂
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It must be fascinating,, to live inside your mind. A whirlwind of imagery and delicious words.
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awh, you make me blush… thank you.
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