…
It’s noisy in here
……….{my head}
,
this place of scattered
at
-most
-fear
and sometimes
dread. I’m airing
out my poems now,
clean fresh sheets
in the sun…
sky finally full
of sound words
spoken,
days undone.
..
tuesday’s twiglet (#62).
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This feels like new beginnings. Freshness. Delightful. Just what my heart needed today.
So glad. 🙂 Thanks for the inspiration, Misky.
An undone day… full of sounds. A well done day.
I adore how you split up at – most – fear.
Thank you, Jules. Sometimes these things split themselves. And I adore it when they do.
I am literally picturing preschooler poems doing somersaults on a gymnastics mat.
Nothing makes me happier than “full-of-sound words.”