i most love to climb
her poetry,
and rest my bones
on its uppest
branches
i laze in most grateful heap
dusted with fire ants,
chilled by trill of
wounded chickadees.
and watch on as one by one
word balloons float by
core of a mighty
sun,
i slip and fall each
time i fail to
grab one,
i love to climb
her poetry,
and do hope it holds
some affinity
for me.
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
