of which to display,
In gathering of show
for voices.
In motions undone
for dance.
Bending and sculpting
leaving a statement to display.
I have no talent…
of which to share,
For winning accolades
of persuasion when sheltered with
those beyond repair.
I have no talent…
Moving among those warehoused,
Speaking to those still silent,
Pushing those motionless
past an edge smooth with
countless rubbings back and forth.
I have no talent…
Yet
I am the reason those with talent…
May shine.
such a humble, riveting post, dear friend. thank you. and you do have talent. this prose, and the first photo in particular, tell me so. xo
ps. i’ve updated the link as it was originally directing people to one of your old posts. 🙂
your talent is abundant, my friend.
keep shining.
xx
I suppose you could say a rainbow has no talent, either. But that wouldn’t make it so.
I don’t know why but I thought motherhood… Your talent is out of question!
You could be selling yourself short, here.
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your talent just shines as bright as the sun!
I see talent here! From one Gloria to another, I enjoyed this. 🙂
A++
thanks for sharing.
cheers.