I’m tired. Words are flitting around in my mind but nothing really inspires or makes much sense. I’m hoping to write my way into a poem, so please excuse the rambling intro. Here I go:
A list of words can form a poem if organized the right way. The look on a face in pain can be a poem, most definitely. Biting into the sweet,liquid of the cherry hidden in a thick slice of cassata cake - yeah, for sure, that’s a poem. Having someone show you they love you is, well, you know.
Wishing blessings , peace, and love to you all. The days feel like they are getting harder, more ridiculous, more uncertain. Do what you need to take care if yourselves. Thanks for reading.