I have written a couple of little poems, nothing too intense just some things that popped into my head last week and today...
CURIOUSER
I'm curiouser and
curiouser in a
maze of
contradictions, all
hidden instability and
private pain.
In the mystery of
synapses I'm all
lost in definition,
perhaps a seed of
inspiration
will let me go
again.
WHEN I WAS LITTLE
Blowing dandelion wishes,
running barefoot through the grass.
Giving butterfly kisses
all sunshine and heart.
Wearing daisy chains as crowns,
every day we make believe.
Thoughts had wings when I was little,
my life a beautiful dream.
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Now I'm off to take Sienna to hospital for her cystoscopy. Ooh, and my photo of her blowing a dandelion was featured on the homepage of the 'Childhood' group on RedBubble .
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