"Moi..."A Poem by ChrisAn after the holiday visit...An after the holiday visit... "Moi... "A poem - created and read to "Mad, Mad World".
Another day older - grousable, morning aches behind smiling eyes, and yes - a few pains to walk with chuckle over and get by. Tools to "play" with on a host of abnormal things, books to wander about, "goodlies" to munch over, "spirits" to quest, spices to replace and begin anew, memories to sit and sip through and "stuff" to ensure I do yet other "stuff" too. Blue-ray-movies I didn't see when, TV keepsakes to vouchsafe empty eves... bits-of-binged existence to hide within and breathe over, mull-about ...leave-a-wish nights. Sitting and watching the tree spirits flicker and swirl dip and twirl rise and fade to the brightest black as expanding inward - the child-me ...breathes. Chris © 2016 ChrisAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorChrisLansing, MIAbout"Life is a terminal disease." All the doctors have basically told me so. "Life is an adventure... Pain, well you deal. Thanks for being here. 06/21/2020 I'm back and working on. I've been.. more..Writing
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