TRY READING THIS FROM THE BOTTOM UP TOO (as explained here https://commonsensiblyspeaking.wordpress.com/2020/05/15/whittled-words-reverse-poem/)
It was there by the sea
Where cooling breezes blew
A garden for blind eyes
I walked in there one day
I smelled delicious scents in this new place
On the top of the cliff
My memory takes me there
When I need revival
On black days
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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out... View more posts
