Impulse

September 7, 2016 / Karina Pinella

hurt

Words are uttered,
Never to be retrieved,
Reaction in motion.
Only imagination
Can avert
The hurt.

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7 thoughts on “Impulse”

FlyTrapMan

September 8, 2016 at 11:12 PM

You wrote a masterpiece. We all should retire our pens.

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- Karina Pinella
  
  September 8, 2016 at 11:18 PM
  
  What the . . . you’re much too generous
  
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  - FlyTrapMan
    
    September 8, 2016 at 11:44 PM
    
    Me? Nope. No way. The generosity is on your end…for writing such a masterpiece! Haha. In all seriousness: your poem is pretty damn good.
    
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    - Karina Pinella
      
      September 9, 2016 at 12:15 AM
      
      Thank you
      
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Katrina

September 7, 2016 at 10:19 AM

Those last three lines are amazing.

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- Karina Pinella
  
  September 7, 2016 at 1:37 PM
  
  Thanks
  
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oglach

September 7, 2016 at 8:24 AM

“Only imagination can avert the hurt.” I like that. Something to ponder upon.

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