Be Poetic

Woman who would picture
home an icy decay
is soon broken,
a fated fool,
she is always child.

Look how young laugh,
no secret to it,
live like the sky,
his day delicious.

Cite brilliant poetry
from gold air,
shred time,
post-needs cake,
naked thrush.

(Friday’s I consult magnetic poetry online for my inspiration.)


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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.

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