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
Very powerful! So well penned! ❤
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Thanks Deborah!
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Very well written.
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Thank you.
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Very well written.
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Thank you!
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Welcome, dear.
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Sometimes the most hurtful things can be the best thing that ever happened to us – well captured in this poem.
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Exactly, Heather. Thanks.
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My pleasure.
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I especially love the last two lines.
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Thank you!
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A painful liberation, but liberation nonetheless. I think your poem speaks for many women’s experience.
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I’m sure it does. Thanks Liz.
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Wow! What a finale!
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Thanks Eugi!
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Most welcome!
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