"X" marks the spot where
we joined to laugh and revel.
And went separate ways
Do you know how many years ago I graduated from high school? Should I be coy? Nah, it's not my style. It's been 30 years. I've been out of high school longer than at least one of my blogging buddies has been on this earth. [Hey, Jenica!]
My life is filled with X's along the way. [And quite a few exes, too.] Those X's started long before high school; I am an Air Force brat, after all. Moving around from place to place has you connecting and disconnecting, meeting and leaving, coming together and coming apart all the time. Reminds me a big of blogging, actually.
Now, go read the good poetry posted this week at One Single Impression.
9 comments:
That post speaks to me, and so does the poem. Well done. Thanks.
Thank you for being so candid Patois. I like your take on this prompt.
Thanks for sharing
hi patty!
Ooooh, good one!
I thought one was supposed to dig for gold where X marks the spot.
Wonder if there's gold in them thar hills of exes?
X-es mark the spot - some for me, too and I have to say there was no gold in them thar x-es. :)
warp and weft, the tapestry unfolds
such a lightness in this story!
laugh and revel; wonderful.
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