best intentions
intent on eating
at my self,
i forgot to feed
the birds,
greet the
morning or
bid nigh' the moon.
intent on bleeding
my self dry,
i forgot to water
the plants,
wash the windows,
stir vegies to soup,
or make tea.
until ...
intent on thriving
beyond self,
i summoned the birds
welcoming their return,
throwing back drapes
and calling for
the man in the moon.
intent on surviving
my self-torture,
i gave clean release,
cleared the slate,
lifted my sentence
and began to count
on days anew.
In Spirit,
Bear
~Chrissie
ty, Dani
Excellent! I love that pic.
and the accompanying artwork is classic!
May You enjoy an accomplishing inspired week.
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This poem, "best intentions" is very striking. It prods the bird of imagination on all strata of life.
Never rest Your pen; don't let Your quills dry.
Drink the dews of happiness in the conclusion of Your work.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU