Silky smooth and slick
Lines of vivid expression
Seduced every page
Ink, dark and fluid
Dripped with blood from your heart
Fine calligraphy
With pregnant pauses
Emphasizing boundless love
Nursing every sheet
With delicate care
Loving words everywhere
The book now complete
Your pen has run dry
A scratchy erratic scrawl
Nothing more to give
The pages yellow
In a book rarely opened
Of a love gone cold
Chevvy's diary 
OMG!!!!! I was just browsing my feed and I found THIS!!!!!
I’m sorry I cannot speak!!!!!
Cheeeeeevy!
This is AWESOME!!!!
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Hey, it’s so good to see you here. Welcome my lady.I’m needing some inspiration to write so maybe you’ll leave some huh? 😀
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Girl, I been running on fumes. Just told another blogger that I thought I was over a bad cold but it came back with a vengence!
I am now on a new batch of meds so I’m hoping to get better soon!
Hearing from the Poetess always lifts me though 🙂
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Oh, I’m sorry to hear that you are still ill. Do take care and I look forward to breaking bread with you soon! 🌹
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I am touched by the emotion of this piece, wondering what it represents…
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Dear Joan – I’ve always appreciated your comments. I guess you can make of it what you will but I suppose it is a comment on the demise of relationships you’ve invested in but also the inspiration to write. I guess I’m searching for my groove.😀
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You’ve found your groove rather quickly, I’d say, Chev! Lovely writing here!
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Thank you. Finding my groove is when just flows. Inspiration always helps😉
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