I pour myself out,
a puddle of libation on the floor…
If any of my fancies
ever pleased you,
I beg of you to accept
the mental influences at work.
My affection may be disputable,
but it was never plagiarized.
Of my loyalty,
none could fairly doubt,
as my poverty
is a witness
to my honesty.
Maranda Russell 
19 responses to “Poetry – This Mental Love”
This FB is so good Maranda.
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FB? Thanks for the compliment!
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FB popped In of its own Sorry for the typo.
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lol, no worries
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💖
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I like this!
Did you take the picture too?
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No, the pic is from Pixabay. I thought it was perfect for the poem lol.
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A deep piece indeed. Requires reading over and over. Then thinking over and over. Your meaning only then begins to seep. Well written in my view.
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Thank you! Your review is very thoughtful in its own right.
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Nicely put.
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Thank you!
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My pleasure Maranda
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Wonderfully honest!
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That’s me! 🙂
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The best way to be!
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Thank you for stopping by.
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Well-crafted poem! You poured some of your feelings into this prose, and the picture works well with your words.
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Well said
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Thanks!
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