This morning, standing in my alltogether, I find myself, at 65, making art out of plastic
Cups and bowls and colanders and food containers +other sundry utensils.
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I’m so spacey….spaced out…high in the sky until the orderlies drop in.
maybe someday soon i will receive my new mind. New body.
It’s not pie in the sky to me.
motivation comes hard when your heart isn’t in it
when the leaves are cliches
when the kisses are gone
like the similes of Shakespeare
Walking on carpet
@4am
Passing by our bedroom again
Brewing coffee
In a winter wonderland
Walking on water
With blood on my hands…..
The graceful roll of the ocean’s waves!
Graceful golden chandeliers of the Laburnum
Weekly Photo Challenge: Graceful
Peripatetic Poetry 