Nov 9, 2022
Carolyn, I think it’s a sin
That you make me rhyme all the time
It’s not my forte
But, for you, I have come to play.
I am oft in awe,
With an occasional guffaw.
Of the meaning and depth
Of which I am bereft.
We are living in the digital world, covered in the autonomous aspects & tracked motions of life. Yet, somehow we are losing some critical elements. Keyboards, touchpads, & speech-to-text are there, but we believe that handwritten words on paper is still meaningful to some poets.
Mom of two. Poet. Life partner of 28 years. Lover of butterflies and all things alive. Seeker of the truth within and between us.
