Two lovers lie upon their bed
Made from a tree. They rest their heads
While in the distance there is strife.
They safely rest, imagine life
Without those worries and it’s then
They find their love alive again.
But when to them the fighting nears
They arm themselves in spite of fears
And fight defending what they know
Of good, of truth to help them grow.
Whatever happens that is when
They find their love alive again.
Linked to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt Peace.
Sue Vincent provided the photo for the prompt.

How lovely and uplifting.
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Thank you! The picture of the bed in the forest seemed uplifting to me. I am glad the poem followed it.
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You’re welcome.
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Great response to the prompt, Frank.
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Thank you, Robbie! I was planning to write a story, but this weekend will be filled with visitors.
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Love and life are indeed worth fighting for and the common struggle often strengthens bonds between people.
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Common struggles bind people together like common joys. It is when they stop working together that problems start, but sometimes they can be resolved perhaps with common struggles and joys. Thanks, Imelda!
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Beautifully done.
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Thank you, Sue!
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Well done!
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Thanks, Charley!
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Beautiful! Such a stunning sense of freedom. I loved it 🙂
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Thank you, Ruthie!
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That is delightful to read!
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Thank you! I am glad you enjoyed it.
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True and beautiful lines, Frank.
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Thank you!
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So beautiful. Melancholy and yet victorious.
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Even in defeat, should that happen, when they work together for each other there’s victory. Thank you, Patty!
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Excellent work, Frank. The style reminds me of Philip Larkin- though not the content. Another great poem.
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I am glad it reminded you of Philip Larkin. Thank you!
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Very inviting–a secluded place of peace, escape, love.
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Thank you, Jael! The photo of the bed in the forest was unusual and it gave me those feelings as well. I am glad the poem had a similar effect.
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Quite lovely, evocative image indeed…I might have to ponder it for a poem myself 🙂 🙂
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Very nice, Frank. Combination of words and image=perfection.
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Thank you, Eugenia!
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You’re welcome.
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Great! I like the duality in the prose. 🙂
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I am glad you liked the duality. One should be able to find love alive under both scenarios. Thank you!
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sMiLes.. mY FriEnd..
Pain and Pleasure
War and Peace
Domination
Over Lays
Subordination
Closely Related
Emotional and Sensory
Places of the Mind And
Body for Survive and Thrive..
alWAys Good to Remember A
Tribal Animal Inside to Never
Forget A Price Of Love and Free
iN War and Peace
aS Passion’s
Play
oF
Wolf CaLLs
FuLL MooN NiGht..:)
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I like how you put it: “Passion’s
Play
oF
Wolf CaLLs
FuLL MooN NiGht”. Thanks, Fred!
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Thanks again for
the inspiration.. Frank..:)
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