Glue Experiment Your colour palette glues me to you Experiment with me and find my truth My meaning is yours so tangle me In your hands and catch my glitter Statuesque Politicise these curves Drag me screaming Your cause is not mine Go create your storm That teacup is calling you
Today I am being and doing all the things in the title a little more than I did yesterday. These are not ground breaking statements, in fact they are what I jotted down from a Wordle poster I was spending more time reading than I should have done during a tedious meeting the other day. But they stuck with me, and as I usually remember very little, being cursed with a memory like that kitchen implement with very small holes in it, I feel that this imbues them with a certain 'specialness', a truthfulness if you will. Now I honestly believe that I have a very good life, I am happy and I want for nothing that is necessary to keep body and soul together. Okay, so I don't have that pony I've wanted since I was seven and neither am I Mrs Jake Gyllanhall, but those gripes aside, I am very lucky. Of course, it is human nature to not recognise this (by choice or happenstance) most of the time. There are so many things to divert the mind after all... from the big...
There's a haiku here, a sure sign of playing poetry catch up! Solitude Solitude wraps me in a blanket and offers a broad shoulder to cry on Newt A scaled foot in weed, The eye, watching you looking. Blinks and disappears.
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