Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Some therapeutic poetry times

I always introduce my little sister as my little sister. She is just so lil! We had a good time sipping lattes, drawing pictures, and partaking in therapeutic poetry.

Here's what happens to be still a rough draft without a title.


drawing hearts against the glass 
leaving undesirable traces          stop it.

I ate dirt
and tricked my mom into drinking dirt. 
messing with her iced tea while planting sunflowers

bright crisp clear skies
breathe
in an early blue mountain lake little guppies swimming around as friends would

running around a green yard
being lucky not to have stepped in the dog shit.



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