a poem in my pocket

Try paint chip poetry with Linda Kruschke!

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i’ll no longer think the

grass is always greener

as my life will be verdant

under cumulonimbus skies

after watering the zinnias,

i will take a drive to the

local spice market to taste

a wild huckleberry sorbet

later, i‘ll read and write by

candlelight before retiring

to antique brass bed and

sleep late, when i am old

were you?

you both WERE in love…then

made vows before (witless) witnesses to

foot washing with ice water (frozen heart…hidden feat)

no one spoke against your onion

(later revealing layers of stink)

i was happy for you, me, all of us as our family grew by one – won!

first daughter-in-love, my friend;  later by three (really grand) babies

but marriage (on a lease)

miscarries

i can’t make sense of… how? why? mutually exclusive/abusive truth?

untreated mental illness maybe, but who of us isn’t crazy?

too much loose talk creates looney ‘toons (LIVE!)

money-hungry maven (& lawyers) leave husband homeless

he’d rather be trucking anyway

any day divorce. will. be.

final.

broken homes – bleeding hearts = shared misery

we all fail each other excruciatingly (like torn parachutes)

relationships nullified or replaced

you rejected him…

and me.

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Linking to dVerse where Bjorn challenges us to meet the bar with dissonance…i get the theme if not the form.

weave a daisy chain

no matter how petals fall

i know He loves me