Curious
I knew I was not up to it
this thing called life.
I was as if nameless
not seen and without
countenance or provenance
And so from the beginning
I have been curious
with what I could be
even who I could be.
It’s been a road.
But what a delight
finding out.
What blissful joy
to discover the secrets of oneself.
To see the patchwork
patterns revealed.
Even moments of brilliance.
I look on with wonder
and I ponder
where do you suppose
all that life came from?
By Lilli Ann Carey
I am grateful for Lilli Ann's permission to share her poem
from a recent writing circle. Writing together provides a
mirror for us to process life in a safe place.
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Ivor,
I so enjoyed hearing your words arrive on the page. What a wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing it with me, the circle members, and all of your readers. All are welcome. Here is the page link to get more information about the next one. https://flashlightbatteries.blog/online-writing-circles/
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Thank you for sharing Lilli Ann’s poem.
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Always happy to share with followers, Ali! 😊💕🌹✨🎉
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live
a life
take
the time to reflect
too
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Reflection and connection. ❤️☮️
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