A shadow of herself
is all that remains
just a glimmer
of the woman
who she
coulda
woulda
shoulda
been.
A shadow of herself
walks on the shore
collecting seashells
seashells
she doesn’t
want
to collect
to touch
to hold
anymore.
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Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie 
Sigh.
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A lovely poem. Did you also take the photo?
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Thank you. Yes, I did.
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Both the photo and poem are lovely. I particularly like the contrast between the delicate colors of the shells and the aluminum foil pan. A gentle reminder of what human efforts produce as compared to the majesty that God offers.
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Thank you, your comments are much appreciated.
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Reblogged this on mihran Kalaydjian.
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Thank you for re-blogging my poem!
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My pleasure mine as well. Please keep continue sharing your great work!
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Thank you…
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My Pleasure. Have a wonderful Sunday!
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Delicate and deliberate choice of words paint such meaningful images. Quite lovely.
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Thank you…
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beautiful piece
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Thank you…
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Thanks for this – very much enjoyed this poem.
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bring no happiness… ouch
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The old shoulda woulda coulda’s how they being no happiness.
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