my hands
overwhelmed with nowthings tasks duties obligations with deadlines I asked for this well not this quite this way big surprise I continue to never recognize its startling appearance all the same it arrives in a billowy shape fuzzily outlined as just what I requested
funny how that keeps happening
on Sunday the pause went on too long and I imagined I’d not enough to do with myself
I play the fool often even after so many years forgetting despite past lessons standing
like sentries along the dayshape of my memoried life
as an artist I hold regular exhibits resplendent this gallery of my past
today I add another canvas
hung on the hook of reminder to myself I asked for this challenge to remain living
overflowing with fullness things I can hold in my hand
a future in every experience days lifemarch hung level along the walls of this galleried life
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i will absolutely fold ‘nowthings’ into my vocabulary
thank you for expanding my life with this beautiful
concept/word.
I like how this read (I read it aloud)–the pace and spacing of it all. So many beautiful words! I especially enjoyed “nowthings” and “the walls of this galleried life.” (Perfect ending.)
love this poem and this new word ” nowthings”