Oh, the fluidityOf childhood days Splashing and skipping alongThe path meandering, directionless When does life acquire edgesDoors and hallways hindering? Led by asphalt and time clocksObligations too numerous to count. My own body has become a cellMovement stiffened, mind rigid It’s those childhood memoriesSoul ingrained, keep me fluid. (Image my own)
Growing up, I thrived on being the responsible one. Need something done, someone to bail you out, an issue to be confronted – I was your girl. Until I wasn’t anymore. One day something snapped in me and that house of cards came tumbling down. Sometimes it’s hard to see the ugly truth and yet, […]
Your photography is always so lovely. Just to let you know–I’ve moved from Keyhole Poetry to new blog (j.a.case–name changed also) 🙂
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So-so–just wanted you to know where I’m blogging, since you’ve enjoyed my comments/responses to your posts 🙂
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