A poetry blog started in a time of crisis, pain and loss (thats when the poetry flows!). Restarted now in the context of chronic disease. Life, eh?!
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This disease
a bruising trebuchet battering at your fortress attacking from within Insidious conjured unforseen unbidden catastrophic sneaking from som...
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loss sometimes demands to be recognised wallowed bathed submerged in indulged Felt A friend of a friend described it as the "dark luxur...
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not so lost for words these days pouring spewing out in jumbles inspiration of desperation I was not so wordy before nor ever so deeply sile...
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We'd known it was the last time though no one said this task you'd set upon with borrowed help in borrowed hours and days determined...
8 comments:
nice play on the words...
Beautiful. I stumbled across this place. i had no idea you played here too Sally. Beattiful pictures and imagery xxJ
awesome job!
Glad to see you shine on poetry.
Happy Sunday,
Happy Monday Ahead!
I liked this piece. And I think there was a tree like that in my Grandmother's yard? Thanks....even if not, you made me think of my Grandmother and the tree in her front yard.
Lettuce, I would like to follow your blog, but I don't see the follow thing?
I love "the coming flex and stretch." And just overall. . . no, not self-indulgent or whatever other self-deprecating things you say about your writing in your blog headline.
such a lovely tree. love the spring blooms as well
annell, sorry I've onbly just seen your comment (I don't often visit here!)
I'm still on old blogger here, I expect thats why. I think you should be able to put the URL in manually to add it to your list of blogs you follow though.
and thanks everyone for your comments!
I pass horse chestnut trees all the time on the way to and from work, I just love them.
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