unwind one of those days
that I cringe from (yearn
toward) human touch
no one likes to be accused
of failure—in the street
in the heart or anywhere
cookies aren’t the cure
nor a brisk walk! nor any bottle
don’t sell me your solutions
blessed are they who make
beauty: their fruit shines
over rivers of bitterness
don’t blame someone else
don’t blame yourself; leave
your sentence open-ended
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How wise and profound!
“no one likes to be accused
of failure—in the street
in the heart or anywhere”
of course the line “cookies aren’t the cure” made me smile! –
“blessed are they who make
beauty: their fruit shines
over rivers of bitterness”
and the last words (… “sentence open-ended”). That’s a great poem Jennifer – with one priceless secret of Wisdom (“don’t blame someone else, don’t blame yourself”). Thank you for sharing! 🙂
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Thank you for your very positive response. It came out of a low moment…but I felt better when I had written it! And much better when I read your comment. 🙂
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Oh Jennifer, I’m glad my comment was a little ray of sunshine for you 🙂 Take care! 🙂
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‘Leave your sentences open-ended’ — what a great finish. This is one to ruminate over.
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Some of it was a bit “speaking in tongues.” 😉 Thanks for your visit today–truly cheering.
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Ah! It’s your genius showing!!
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Ah lovely–and very right–beauty–and also just narrative, I think–stories–that take one from one’s self. Very cool. Thanks, Jennifer. k.
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Thanks for stopping by!
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