Wednesday, August 13, 2025

sense of blank, Poetic Bloomings

 Ironic

 

Sis and I, we like to travel the world.

As I engage in morning reflection,

I often wonder how we can be bold

When we don’t have a sense of direction.

Did no sense of north come from election?

Has it been passed down from our ancestors?

It seems it plagues all five of us sisters.

I remember getting lost a whole lot,

Walking about until we got blisters.

Well, anyway, it makes for food for thought.

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