In anticipation of hubby’s return from hospital, I had it all planned: get him settled, run prescriptions to the pharmacy, pick up a pre-roasted chicken and salads, then home to nurse him to wellness. Except, the chickens were sold out and the salads picked over, and the pharmacy backed up, and when I finally got […]
Too naive to understand … constant runwe watched the grains of sand dwindlelost in vast dimensionslearn…leapto purpose reasona simple understandingtransition…imminent…the path is notconquered by having a why (Once again I have borrowed from the brilliant minds of this week’s contributors to create a found poem. The author of each line is listed in the order […]
For Hammad Rais’s Weekend Skies
Wow, gorgeous and evocative.
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Thank you!
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Most welcome.
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This poem made me think of my mother, and her love of napping in the sun, sheltering from the wind, and ending up with sunstroke. I think it was the line “am having beauty sleep, rusting from the sun” I like that magnetic poetry, thank for introducing it to me.
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It is fun…looking forward to reading your creations. We should start a magnetic poetry Friday, or something, lol.
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That could be fun!
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