When Sun shines bright, my grip relaxes,
I let go of death and taxes,
pool at place where thirst is quenched,
smile where jaw was tightly clenched.
Puddling messes can be scary,
Life’s complex, and heart is wary,
but when fist becomes a hand,
soul can swim to Promised Land.
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Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
A lot of facets to this ice sickle… 😉 Love the death and taxes——the only two things that are sure? Perhaps, perhaps not… 😀
Exactly why I can play on that idea – are they the only sure things in this life? Or if I let go of what I feel secure in, can I find a new threshold of security? Hmmm….
Your depth raises readers to new heights… Glad I ran into your blog. You are a Master Poet. 🙂 E
Oh, oh. The pressure, the pressure… 🙂
Fantastic photo! I like the poem, too 🙂
Thanks! I had fun with this one…
Great click 😉
Thank you!! 🙂
Good message here, Melody. Thanks.
Thanks Rob!
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ever so gripping!
🙂 Thank you!
Oh this is so gorgeous and spirit-deep, wow-wonderful for sure!!
Thanks Caddo! 🙂
I loved that ending, Melody! You have me contemplating what I need to relax my grip on! God bless you!
This is a really important theme for the past year for me – I have been forced to let go of so very much. And as I look back, what I have let go of has made room in my hands and heart for better things – so here’s to letting go!