Trust Me


Shed your shoulds,
shrug your shoulders
and smile at that
brilliant sun.

Step on cracks, crack open
the sky, run
with scissors, cut a

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



prompted by poetic asides



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8 Responses to Trust Me

  1. 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!

  2. paper sea says:

    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.

  3. I love the rhyming of poem with grow ’em! Great advice in this one!

  4. Hi, just joined your site ~ love your poetry, and yes ~ shed your shoulds ~ and poem away 🙂

  5. tsdwords says:

    Yes! Most excellent advice my wonderful De ❤

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