I remember when I was first struck by the power of poetry. Always shy, I - 6' by 11 years old; I had trouble talking to girls, boys too. I wrote poetry; on the fly (so to speak) for petals unfurling. Always flattered these were; dunno why, came off the back of my mind - a gift that prospered with tarot and star scrying. I had trouble seeing through surface, but haiku helped; like a mirror for a troubled mind. Fixed the things that moved, set free, the things that should be.
Bones ache, skin breaks and
things happen. never mind -
So happy now I's olden times.
More things fixed and more moving. Joy.
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