Oh Mama…
I have transgressed.
But I know, you throw as much
life into each beach
as death.
The intertidal zone
simply smells of you.
So where are we?
This silliness that surrounds—
nothing but a distraction
from your cues.
Where are we?
and why do we
decimate the very
breast we suckle from?
Oh Mama, if only
I knew how
to draw this next breath,
and not offend you.
A powerful and meaningful poem, Richard. It certainly is food for thought. How are you doing, Richard? Sorry I’ve been somewhat absent from your recent posts; I’m behind with many people’s blogs, having had my lovely grandchildren stay for a few days last week. Do take care of yourself, and I wish you a happy and peaceful Easter.
You will never be behind in my mind Ellie. Always out in front, if I hear from you or not. All my love, and a peaceful Easter as well. 🙏
Thank you, Richard. What a lovely thing to say. I so appreciate your words. Much love to you, also X 💙
What a beautiful poem .
Thank you Brenda.
The vulnerability here is heart-twistingly gorgeous. Thank you, Richard.
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A very moving write.
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Such a beautiful creation
Thank you.
Welcome
Very thought-provoking!
A very powerful post. I enjoy what you write, nice to meet you Richard. 😌
Beautiful poem!
Thank you so much.