Where tears met the fog,
Your armour grew –
Pain in more palatable form,
Deflecting eyes from
Bones brittle as death.
If you allow the Light
To strip you naked
(Sinews and seams
Bruised and bare)
Dear Friend, Happy International Women’s Day!
Hugs from Rio de Janeiro
Thank you Sissy! Today we celebrate all that is soft and strong and feminine and lovely and powerful – women everywhere! Hugs back from Canada!! 🙂
And grow most beautifully too.
Can’t wait to see green! The first hint of spring is here today, with water drip-dripping from the eaves. I love it!!!
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Thank you Sachin Manan! 🙂
Going through one of those painful growing spurts and find myself once again battling a prolonged illness with an adversary that I thought was for the most part slain between pain, and exhaustion not much time to write or read I have missed your passion for the written word that paints emotions with such vividness. I came looking for you tonight and I was not disappointed,
Wow – I am so deeply honoured to be included in your choice of reading time – thank you! I am so sorry that you are battling illness – it is so difficult to be betrayed by our bodies, and to not have the ability or focus or capacity to do what we would like to be able to do!
That genuine looks pretty good in the poem and the photo!
Thanks Lyle. Genuine is looking pretty good to me in general these days, after living with masks for most of my life. I have a feeling that our world would be quite a different place if there were more ‘genuine’ and less covering up….
Yes I found incredible freedom in just being real – more and more I look for that in others.