Posted in Poetry

No More Sense

I am on a quest to do some things
that no longer make sense
like writing a LETTER and sending by POST
slowing down to smell the flowers
especially my favourite rose.

As the world rushes by
completing ONE TASK AT A TIME
leaving the octopus strain behind.

Breathing in and breathing out
forgotten practices we once knew about.
Then at the end of the day
sitting back and doing nothing.



A creative nut with endless possibilities to offer the world. Just need to start with one possibility - my words.

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