the sadness scratching out of the dirt of your body like an animal is gentle is a gentleman who says, after you
I can only guess what you're after what you think I'm after our lives are short you beg me to remember the risks
but I know we arrived dancing even before we were born and even when dead we may return with new things to say
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Pic: Backyard winter wonderland. I especially love how the snow erases all our landscaping mistakes and covers up our many unfinished projects...Nu spent yesterday hoping today would NOT be declared a snow day since today was the last day before Christmas break and there were all sorts of fun activities planned at school.
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I really like this poem. As I read the first two stanzas, it felt almost like it was describing Therapy.
The last stanza is so lovely in its juxtaposition of death and dancing and reincarnation. There's a sense of joy and hope there that is poignant and, in a way, still teary.
That is a beautiful poem! I like thinking about sadness and hard things scratching its way out of our bodies.
Oh I love that poem!!! It really speaks to me, Maya.
Also your backyard is gorgeous, I just want to play in it!
How pretty. So, did Nu have school or not?
I mean, that would definitely have cancelled school here, but I imagine in Michigan you are hardier.
Thank you, Nance. I swear to you I'm quite normal generally, but death comes tumbling out of my head when I sit down in silence!
The true challenge is a happy poem, right?
Thank you!
Thank you, Lisa!
Thank you, Nicole... I amused myself by imagining Rex wrote the second half of that comment!
Thank you, Steph...
Nu got their school day; all was well :)
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