Wisdom’s spark. Fortune
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ignites hope change growth.
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Wisdom’s spark. Fortune
cookie poetry message
ignites hope change growth.
Carbs like clouds. When gone
clarity returns. Blue sky
thinking open mind.
Looking back I find
this old friend, written record
for the world to view
Held back by your tight
seventeen syllable leash,
I write elsewhere now.
West Coast starting line
pavement our road map we head
east back to our roots.
Despite my darkest
moods you reach out, take my hand,
and lead me toward hope.
Bright summer days no
friend to sadness. Solace lies
in winter’s dark chill.
Strands layered, length chopped,
I change, shed years, fears, regrets.
Why’d I wait so long?
Some days it’s enough:
an absent child’s return, a
dog’s rapt love, a kiss.
She cried at the film’s
end, remembering how much
she’d once loved the book.