I Am Willow

These bones, they say
will finish me – too brittle
to withstand the race

But I am Willow
recollection wispy
my dance defiant

Porous as a sea sponge
soaking up each day
mettle despite the rattle

(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.

21 thoughts on “I Am Willow”

  1. Like the succinctness of this poem and “mettle despite the rattle”. And oh, what a gorgeous picture, the wispiness of the girl – still there inside the woman.

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  2. Oh, I so love this poem, VJ. As a dancer at heart now with osteoporosis, I can so relate to this poem. I want to be the Willow! I want that mettle! Thank you so much for this poem. You have made my morning.

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