she’s a wild one, they say
a free spirit living by her
intuition, following a sacred
path, a wanderer, she knows
there is more to life than
being normal like the rest
there is no magic,
no secret to finding
one’s bliss
listen to your heart
it will show the way
I have opened my
eyes to a thousand
mornings remembering
only bits of dreams
I think they must
belong to the night
and my heart…it knows
I never mentioned
the bits of eggshells
on my tongue…what
mattered most was
the love you baked
into the cake and
its sweetness
~kat
November 17th, 2018 at 4:23 am
These are wonderful poems!
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November 17th, 2018 at 8:07 am
Thank you. ❤️
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November 17th, 2018 at 8:17 am
Most welcome!
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November 17th, 2018 at 5:42 am
All beautiful, especially the 3rd and 4th ones 💜💜
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November 17th, 2018 at 8:07 am
Thank you Willow. Sometimes I’m amazed I’m still finding poems in the same jumble of words week after week. ❤️
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November 17th, 2018 at 9:40 am
It is and it works so well 💜
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November 17th, 2018 at 9:18 am
Love his venue!
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November 17th, 2018 at 10:55 am
I used to craft my magnetic poems on the side of my refrigerator. When I discovered a way to play with them online, I was so excited. 😊
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November 17th, 2018 at 9:26 am
I reckon the cake baking is a factual work!
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November 17th, 2018 at 10:51 am
Pure fiction Peter, but definitely an allegory for a life blessed with sweetness. ❤️
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November 17th, 2018 at 12:02 pm
Such Sweet Delight. 🥀😎
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November 17th, 2018 at 4:02 pm
Thank you Dorna! ❤️
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