Thursday, 26 September 2013

"The Edge, Tea and Poetry"

I, like another poet, exist

on the jagged edge

of life - yes -

but I will appreciate

what and whom

I can

while I can.

Birdsong and tea fill my morning.

The transient nature of this life

has been too much

for me.

Yet, still

I write poems -

drink my morning tea -

experience gratitude

for many blessings -

for everyone who has cared for me.

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