Winter –
the colour of my hair,
a sedentary state of being,
the numbing over of ambitions…

These are but illusions…

I am fluid,
essence flowing,
passion undaunted,

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

24 thoughts on “Creating”

  1. I had to smile about the color of your hair. Mine is more like the grey slush by the side of the highway. 🙂 This is a lovely poem, V.J. Winter is a time, like the trees, to pull inside but a lot is still growing and gathering energy. Lovely poem. Hope your travels are going well. Let me know if you go through SE Michigan.

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