Prompt –
Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge: All Hallows’ Eve Poetry Slam
“I am in truth the Steppenwolf that I often call myself;
that beast astray that finds neither home nor joy nor nourishment
in a world that is strange and incomprehensible to him.”~ Herman Hesse, Steppenwolf ~
shadows trudge
through mist and moon light –
whispering
Pat R
10/29/16
For Elusive Trope @ Specks and Fragments
#MPSC, Magnetic Poetry Saturday
thoughts and entanglements 
disembodied…and seemingly aimless…a reflection splendidly captured with so few words
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Thank you…it turned out well then. Ah, the gift of the reader.:)
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what would writers do without them 😉
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Indeed! ::)
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A very thrilling and chilling scene.
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So we’ll put Dorna, it is teetering on both isn’t it. :):A thrilling description:) Thank you.
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Bravo, good one!!
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Thank you 🙂
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Most welcome!
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