We poets love shadow
the wildness of dark
opaque as
obsidian
smooth, shiny
We are sharp, very sharp
cold born of
fire
bursting from
earth
like
trumpets blaring
yet soft as sifting
sand
We are as mysterious
as the
reasons
why
everything
sounds
better in French
which most
of us
can’t
understand
and why nothing
much
is black or
white
except for those keys attached
to hidden
strings that sing
and give us
pause
to consider
all
the gray of in-betweens
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Born and raised in " America's finest City" received BS degree in nursing years ago... main career besides wife and motherhood ( and now a grandma)was as a hospice RN for 18 years...Take great joy in finding the good in all things and believing that " No Thing is Ordinary" the title of my blog. I am working on a children's picture book story named R-Qu.. a rock falls of his mountain. Writing poetry is one of my happiest things to do. Yoga, water aerobics,, gym exercise and walking our wheaton terrior, Finley, with my husband Jim are favorite things...oh yes...singing in the choir at Church and recognizing God as #1... are most important... I also have a home based business with magnetic and far intra red health care products..peace to all who read this, Love, Jeane
