..
Shed your shoulds,
shrug your shoulders
and smile at that
brilliant sun.
Step on cracks, crack open
the sky, run
with scissors, cut a
…………rug.
Don’t just smell the flowers,
Love. Dig your fingers into
…..feral soil,
and grow ’em.
And when all else is
all but lost,
you should
………………poem.
.
prompted by poetic asides.
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Absolutely beautiful. It makes me want to be a kid again. Smell flowers without fear of spiders, run without fear of falling and get dirty but be impervious to dirt. Amazing poem. Thank you for putting a bit of an extra bounce in my step today!
Thank YOU, for your encouraging words. 🙂
I totally misread the opening as “shed your shoulders,” which I love. Shoulders carry the weight of responsibility. So if you get rid of your shoulders, you’re off the hook, right? 🙂
I love the last stanza.
I’m afraid all else IS lost.
I love the rhyming of poem with grow ’em! Great advice in this one!
Great fun!
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Hi, just joined your site ~ love your poetry, and yes ~ shed your shoulds ~ and poem away 🙂
Thank you so much for reading – and following!
Yes! Most excellent advice my wonderful De ❤