At Play…

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Between inspiration and reluctance 
floats driftwood
once used by young boys
to play army.

They’re dead now—
skeletons locked in vanity mirrors
where widows
apply makeup 
and cry it all off.

They push vignettes to unborn sons;
they do not suppose;
they do not hope;
they no longer swim;
they do not play pretend with young sons
of their own;
they cannot even dissuade 
their 
beautiful 
patriotism.

by: Roman Newell

snippet from the poetry collection

WHEN LIFE IS COALS YOU MOVE FAST
by: Roman Newell

Graphic Compositions:
by: Darlene Carroll

Graphic work can not be accomplished without the incredible resources made available to this Author and his team.
THANK YOU to the following artists for the gift of their artistry and generosity in sharing their beautiful artwork, photography, and fonts.

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o. Pam Patterson — Pixabay
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