Sibling Stuff

Brother, angel
me, a slow cat growl,

he, an ocean blue seer,
a son of blushing peace

me, the wilder,
would bleed self velvet
dazzle you cake cool

long not for desire,
die by concrete crap

forgive from belly.

(Another poem inspired by the Oracle.  Try it out.)

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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.

9 thoughts on “Sibling Stuff”

  1. I was like, “Don’t say he’s dead, don’t say he’s dead,” the whole time I read! It made me really like the siblings, and I’m impressed at how you were able to forge characters in such a short space!

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