political asylum

political asylum

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson
"

offered and relinquished

"
Offered
under
false
pretenses
your
love
had
teeth
grinding
and
tearing
it
wasn't
a
clean
meal
you
prepared

when
you
offered
me
political
asylum
from
your
mind.




© 2016 Lyn Anderson


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Funny I always feel as though I've been slapped upside the head when I read you KL...in a good way of course....

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

Thanks a lot. I like that. :)
Frieda P

9 Years Ago

Ha I knew you liked it rough ;)
Always a bit of learning coupled with your works, and for that I thank you.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

Thanks. I love this one. Glad people are taking a loook.
Offered, granted, relinquished and given. What an asylum it was. Excellent...:)................

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much Sami for your review. I am happy this piece is being revisited.
Sami Khalil

9 Years Ago

Yep. You are welcome...:)..................
Foxy in a political romance sort of way!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

Hmm, interesting review, thanks.
Alfred Kukitz

9 Years Ago

I'm having a hell of time with everyone. Thanks for your mind expanding mind!
Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

You are very welcome. I like enthusiasm.
Short, sweet, and to the point. I really like the title. Thanks for sharing it KL!

-CW

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

Thanks, sorry I missed this review. My phone is uncooperative.
Short and easy to understand. But chaotic for the mind.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

Thank you. That is what this poem is attempting to convey.
Beautifully expressed and nicely penned.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much for indulging my request.
I love the form of this and many of your other pieces. Direct and to the point and still thought provoking.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

Thank you. I like to say a little with a lot, unlike in real life, when I prattle on and on ...
there are ways to get around that political asylum...and it doesn't always work anyway...

pretenses can be spotted...asylum denied...or maybe we get driven so crazy, we end up in one.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Lyn Anderson
Lyn Anderson

Toronto, Ontario, Canada



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