A POETIC DIVERSION
Writing A Self Portrait
Distancing myself from the madness.
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1 min readJun 1, 2020
I’m writing till I’m all wrote out.
Whatever emerges I’ll follow its flow
till sidetracked by another route
that leads me elsewhere. I won’t know
till I get there.
I’m writing till I find myself.
Whatever emerges will help me learn
something new. I’m weary of pelf
that has no purpose. What I yearn
for is fresh air.
I’m writing, half believing I’ll see
a flow of words that serves as a trail
where mind, heart and soul agree:
a trail, one hopes, that will not be a veil
but a portrait real.