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She asked the wiseman
Could he describe nothing
He said no
But he'd have a go at everything
He began with
Aardvarks
The beginnings
Of sunrise
Like vivid bruise on milky thigh
pushing up the dark shutter of Day.
It can be no great art
without the touch of the heart
It will never return
Every single day a wish sets sail
But nothing ever floats back
The constant churn of the tide
Is a clockwork peril
A nomadic timekeeper
Telling us over and over
And over again
The time has come
To look elsewhere
Inspired by Barbara R Maxwell's poem "The Ocean":
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5062223/the-ocean/
There once was a crocomodile
Who lived as the lord of the Nile:
     He once ate a pharoah
     From meatballs to marrow
While crying and wearing a smile.
immersed in nature
the great healer
-
a mothers love
for a child of the universe
some damaged souls will always need a constant connection to nature in order to be all that they can be within the healing power of creation
I talk to the seeds in their watered egg boxes
all lined up on windowsills
ask if any would like to be born
-give assurance,  'its all free!'
bright
cheerful
delighted
blissful
ecstatic
elated
overjoyed
glee­ful
i made a friend!!!!!
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