A woman is a branchy tree and man a singing wind; and from her branches carelessly he takes what he can find.James Stephens
Thank you, Promising Poet's Parking Lot
I nominate Morning
Margaret Atwood likens it
To an amputation;
I would add that it’s a million experiences of death a day.
Dry heaving, even vomiting, truly eventuates.
Forget painting on a smile – walking hurts.
Now you know what
It feels like and it’s so
much worse than imagined
I haven’t cried enough yet, only intermittently but I’ve died more than a million deaths.
lovely blog,
ReplyDeletewell deserved award, Thanks for honoring it,
welcome to poets rally week 58 tomorrow.
best.
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