Prosing

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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8 thoughts on “Prosing

  1. 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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    1. 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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