…Ah, Love

If paper beats rock
I win every time

Never mind steely arms
your mineral disposition

Nor that I tear easily – ink
blotting carefully plotted lines

I wrap myself around you
render you powerless….

….ah, love.

(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @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.

29 thoughts on “…Ah, Love”

    1. Thanks so much. Age helps, and also the fact that I’ve written everyday for as long as I can remember – good therapy and practice.


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