broken bonds
it is not
true
what they say, that
family
is always there, that blood
is thicker…some blood is like water spilt, evaporating
~kat
The Pi-Archimedes verse is:
○ a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines.
○ measured by the number of words in each line 3-1-4-1-5-9 to match the numerical sequence of the first six digits of Pi.
○ unrhymed.
Pi=3.14159…
like mercury colliding... 
March 29th, 2019 at 10:20 am
Yes, that’s my experience…
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March 29th, 2019 at 10:22 am
It’s such sadness if I allow myself to dwell on it. So I write poetry to get it out of my head! 😉
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March 29th, 2019 at 10:48 am
Me too, Kat–it’s very therapeutic. I’m sorry it’s your experience too–meeting people on the blogs with similar experiences helps me feel less alone, less “weird/strange” 🙂
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March 29th, 2019 at 11:13 am
We make new families.😉
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March 29th, 2019 at 12:28 pm
That’s what I thought, but it hasn’t worked out very well for me…something always gets lost in translation I guess. Oh well, such is life–at least I have my blog friends 🙂
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March 29th, 2019 at 3:36 pm
That’s true. 😊
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March 29th, 2019 at 10:45 am
Don’t dwell. Allow that evaporation. Some of the steam may settle in the future!
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March 29th, 2019 at 11:14 am
Thank you Peter. Holidays and birthdays are the hardest.
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