"blast from the past" #poetrydice challenge 2017

Life in the shadow of the pyramids had grown very hard.

I could no longer live with my fears.
I left my house in search of a burning bush like a bard.
Passing beneath the sickle moon,
My sadness fell like tears,
An alien parted the sea for me to walk with the fishes,
And suddenly, my sad face was replaced with a smile;
I was free at last, free at last to do my dishes.

“Free at last”

^by
Jerry E Smith
©7/9/17
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This is one of the only new writings from this year</sup>

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