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Revival
On the days I feel I have nothing left to give
a root sprouts with verse. I have to be
a psychologist with no degree, give so much
to get nothing sometimes. Appreciation
flushed down the toilet. Revive me with
an oxygen of words. The revival of
the artist within
with raw poetry
in my veins. I have nothing else
to give you or make for you
but Greek hand me down recipes
that I botch up. My tired legs
and lifeless soul need ventilation,
pass the glory of self-publishing
into modern technology
reap no rewards. I try to revive
myself when the alarm rings
with caffeine and poetry.
Pack the lunch, make breakfast,
start the car, reminders,
doctors, appointments I forgot,
trace the outline of my body
with imaginative chalk
as I hold onto poetry
for dear life
and let everything else
fall apart.
Comments:
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Stunning – felt every word 🙂
Thank you 🙂
You’re very welcome! I’m glad I found your blog – I really admire your work. Hope you have a lovely day. 🙂
I’m humbled thank you truly. x
Hi Schatzi 🙂 Your first lines reminded me of being a mom… 😀
i love that, i never looked at it that way, but yes, for sure and it just resonates with you forever. being a mom comes first above all, but being an artist it is so hard to balance it all and sometimes you lack in being the best mom by following that pen wherever it takes you…
Oh yes, it is hard as an artist to be recognices and appreciated for the work, the time, and the heart they put into it. Being a mom…. barely appreciation…. but that is normal… lol
I can relate to this…beautiful.
thank you x
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Hold onto poetry, for dear life. Yes. That’s what I do too. ❤
yup yup yup XO
Xxx
“a root sprouts a verse.” Only Chrissy cold come up with that one. Amazing. You never disappoint.
thank you it actually came to me just like that – my tweet of that day lol, xo
LOL Brilliant
Awesome, Xhrissie! Why we write.
Thank you x