Heart, craving expression
seeks the aid of paper –

A message with pizzaz
a testament to love

But my pen chokes
on the word itself

refuses the pronouncement
soul balking at the possibility

I toss the note…
…maybe next time.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from my Twitter account @Vjknutson.  Image my own.)




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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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