I walk
a child with no home
nor a place to lay down my load
an imagination on center
choreographed
within a container of pain, of promise
and of possibility
a logical sequence
cut from the cloth
of the barest secrets
of life, and of love
and of the tears we romanticized
when young
-JEFF FLESCH
Jeff Flesch lives in Corvallis, Oregon, and was voted the 2022 Spillwords Press Author of the Month for January and February. He is also the Author of #1 Amazon New Release Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow, is a Co-Author of #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, and is also a monthly contributor to two online publications, MasticadoresIndia and MasticadoresUSA. You can read more of Jeff’s poetry at Develop. Inspire. Transform, and on Twitter.
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Jeff’s poetry is a beautiful depiction of the self and its journey. There is a pattern that develops as one grows older weaving the threads of pain, joy, and hope to produce a fabric of life that wears and tears as one matures. It’s about living, realizing, accepting, and learning, a give and take that is never-ending.
Congratulations Jeff!
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Your reflection and acknowledgment made my day. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Terveen. :))
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Beautiful work Jeff! Phenomenal choice Terveen!
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Thank you always, Francisco!
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Always a pleasure Jeff!
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Such beautiful poetry Jeff. Congratulations
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Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Sadje.
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It’s a pleasure my friend
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Thank you so much, Nikki.
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Beautiful , Jeff. Love it.💕
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Thank you so much, and always, Grace. 💞
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Truly my pleasure.💕
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Jeff, this is so stunning. A child born between two who were young, too young to have children. Who pays the price? Often it is the child. Love is a beautiful thing, but a child is always our child when they are fifty if we are still alive. This is a brilliant, subtle, but powerful message indeed. Beautiful! Thank you, Terveen, for this amazing publication. Blessings to you both! Love Joni
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So true. Often it is the child who pays the price of a broken relationship .
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Thank you from the bottom of my whole heart, Joni. For being an amazing friend, for resonating with me, and for seeing me through my words. Blessings and love to you, my dear friend.
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Another beautiful piece from you Jeff and i echo the sentiments of everyone here….who pays the price? always the child.
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Thank you for always resonating with me, Mich.
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Subtle.. but a heavy heavy message conveyed. Words were quite powerful. You tell it well Jeff. You tell it well.
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That’s so very kind. I’m honored. Thank you so much. :))
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The way you meld deep emotions and deft poetic ability to create one masterpiece after another is astounding, Jeff. There’s so much depth in this little poem, and it feels like getting lost for a while as time slows down and all that matters are the words and the emotions. Truly a delight to read your work (as always), my friend. 🙂
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Words so true delivered in true poetic imagery, Jeff. The child always pays the price, I know❣️.
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