Plunge. A poem.

stevestillstandingNovember 30, 2020December 4, 2020Mental Health, Poetry, WritingAnxiety, Depression, Hope, Life, Mental Health, pain, poem, Poetry, Sadness, Writing

Plunge
Deep below

Where sinking
Is dreaming
And thoughts
Are washed away
In plumes
Of subtlety
And sobriety
And nonchalance

Then, once more
Take the plunge

Again

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6 thoughts on “Plunge. A poem.”

Chel Owens says:

November 30, 2020 at 1:55 am

Plumes of subtlety?

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1. stevestillstanding says:
  
  November 30, 2020 at 4:28 am
  
  What would you prefer your plumes be 😂
  
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  1. Chel Owens says:
    
    November 30, 2020 at 12:25 pm
    
    Hm. Suavity?
    
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  2. stevestillstanding says:
    
    November 30, 2020 at 12:34 pm
    
    Lol! If only I was in the habit of making up words. Waitaminit!! Sometimes I do… 😉
    
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  3. Chel Owens says:
    
    November 30, 2020 at 3:16 pm
    
    Plumes of suavity sounds like a deodorant commercial in the making, anyway.
    
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  4. stevestillstanding says:
    
    November 30, 2020 at 3:18 pm
    
    😂👍 Your marketing career beckons…
    
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