Cold Shoulder

Once I counted your love
on daisy petals –
loves me, loves me not

Followed you to Aberdeen
where the grey wafted
like haar off the sea

Everything cold –
cruelty of avarice
absence of compassion.

(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.

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  5. This is a finely crafted poem. Loved it, the second stanza illustrates the emotion well. Although, having been born in Aberdeen it holds a warm place in my heart.

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    1. You were born in Aberdeen! The interesting things we learn about one another. I enjoyed my visit there, and of course, all the local tourist spots, even though the relationship did not last.

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      1. I identify more as Canadian, but Aberdeen is always “back home”. Glad you liked it and the end of your relationship didn’t sour your visit. I was about to apply for University there in my early twenties, but then I met my husband and that was that!

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