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| Courtesy of Pixabay |
Sobbing the day the beaded necklace broke
tiny colorful pieces held together by a thread
sitting in my car under a giant old oak
a forewarning a deep feeling of dread
I knew in that moment things had changed
tearfully, gathering the small precious beads
perhaps, some re-threading and re-arranging
pondering where this new road would lead
black crows perched above on a tree limb
caw, caw, cawing as if mocking my sadness
this was an omen, trouble would soon begin
and my world would unravel in madness
sobbing the day the beaded necklace broke
severing all that I held dear to my heart
cupped in my hand colorful beads of hope
mending what remained, a new work of art
written for dVerse Poetics Getting Hooked
hosted by Kim - writing poetry with an opening hook
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