Thursday, June 30, 2022

Sad, sad, Fisher Soul - a Poem for Friday Writings

     What I saw 

Walking along the beach one day 
I happened on a fisher soul 
Catching a lot of fish that day 
Poor soul was throwing back a lot 

Big ones, long, person was throwing 
And keeping much, much, smaller fish 
I asked our soul why doing that 
Soul shrugged foolishly, frying pan 

A nine inch skillet's all I have 
It's just right for the smaller fish 
 _ _ _ 

 - Photo and Poem Copyright,  Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Rosemary with Friday Writings #33 at 
  - Rosemary has asked us to respond to the phrase ‘Dream big’. 
 - Ten lines, eighty syllables for her.

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Saturday, June 25, 2022

The Wait -- for the Sunday Muse

Photo of Julie Newmar 


Living on a pretzel 
Two really 
One holds my stand 
The other holds my head 

Holds my head 
when I'm asleep 
Sleeping lightly 
Just waiting for you 
You will come 
that I know 
When it will be 
that I do not know 

Please hurry now 
it is getting cold at night 
The farmers have plowed 
The field is rough as the sea 
not a sea it is though
not a drop to drink 

Waiting for you 
I've waited a long long time 
Longer than my nails 
won't last much longer 

I see someone coming 
If it's not you 
please can it be a man 
A strong man 
healthy in all ways 
he can get me down 
I can't be dropped 

We can eat the pretzels
have a picnic in the park 

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 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022 and 2021 (bottom photo taken in 2019 at a winery near Cape Town, South Africa),  All Rights Reserved  
 - I'm linked with Carrie at The Sunday Muse #216 for the top photo to be used as inspiration for writing my little ditty.  Her bottom photo helped with my last lines but I used my own, the bottom, for use here. 

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Working, loving, staying - a Friday Writing poem

   Working Man 

I'm a working man 
Making bucks where I can 
Figure your tax 
Mow your lawn clean your car 

I'm a working man 
Making bucks where I can 
When my day is done 
Then I'll shine just for you 

I'm a loving man 
Getting kisses where I can 
Kisses on your cheek 
Bolder as night goes on 

I'm a loving man 
Smooth my hair hug my neck 
Kisses just for you 
Hugs for you hug your back 

I'm a staying man 
Stay for you please return 
Don't leave me alone 
Together we'll do best 

I'm a staying man 
Day and night be around 
I hope be there please 
Hold you tight you can't go 

Working and staying 
Bodies right loving pair 
 _ _ _ 

 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022and 2010 (Estonia couple and Flirty Guy, on a Baltic cruise), All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Rommy at the Friday Writings #32
 - Rommy has "suggest(ed) taking a line from a song that moves you on some level and using that to inspire your words." 
 - My inspiration came from Bob Dylan's song, "Lay, lady, lay", especially the verse that says, 
  "His clothes are dirty, but his-
    His hands are clean
    And you're the best thing that he's
    Ever seen"
  (both google search)
    Lay, lady, lay lyrics 
Lay, lady, lay
Lay across my big brass bed
Lay, lady, lay
Lay across my big brass bed
Whatever colors you have
In your mind
I'll show them to you
And you'll see them shine
Lay, lady, lay
Lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay
Stay with your man awhile
Until the break of day
Let me see you make him smile
His clothes are dirty, but his-
His hands are clean
And you're the best thing that he's
Ever seen
Stay, lady, stay
Stay with your man awhile
Why wait any longer for the world to begin?
You can have your cake and eat it too
Why wait any longer for the one you love?
When he's standing, in front of you
Lay, lady, lay
Lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay
Stay while the night is still ahead
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
Stay, lady, stay
Stay while the night is still ahead
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Bob Dylan
Lay Lady Lay lyrics © Universal Tunes, Big Sky Music

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Wednesday, June 15, 2022

My Life -- Yep, this is me, sooner or later -- Poem for dVerse

I have lived the life I needed to live 
I've done all the things I've needed to do 
Peace with the Lord 
Done most of the things I've wanted to do *

So when I'm called to my forever home 
I feel with great hope I'll be welcomed there **
Shout happily to me
Well done thou good and faithful servant 

The things I haven't done please you could do 
If you wish  
Like touch the South Pole and own a Corvette, ***
“My battery is low and it’s getting dark” *** 
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 * This first verse is my life in a nutshell.  Some slight deviations though, who is perfect? Travel big, all 50 States and 77 countries (my list).
 ** "Hope" being faith in the Lord and his promises.
 ***  "Mars rover ‘Opportunity’" per Laura, our tutor for this exercise Poem, one of several ending possibility requirements. 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Laura Bloomberry at dVerse:  words of departure, 

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Monday, June 13, 2022

Spells and spellng - dVerse Write

Spell of good fortune 
Cast upon my dame 
Lasted a long spell 
When it was over 
Riches and good looks 

Upon her fell spell 
others she loved 
Our loving spell doomed 

Onery spell moral is 
'Riches, good looks 
Those two spell trouble'
""T"  "R"  . . . " 
 _ _ _ 

 - Poem  Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Sanaa at dVerse for this Quidrille #154, Casting a Poetic Spell at 
 - Our "Quadrilles" have exactly forty-four words, and are considered "Flash Writing" due to their shortness.  
 - For us we are given ONE WORD which we must use, today Sanaa has given us "Spell".  This word has three meanings, making it a "homogram" with three homographs. 
 - My writing is also a Flash Poem in many circles based on syllable count, I have 56 syllables, twenty-five in each line of the first five, then fourteen in the second and seventeen in the last.   Most times I like either 55 or 144 as those two are magic for either syllables or words, as is 44.

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Saturday, June 11, 2022

Art Interpretation - Surrealistic Art -- Farmer Lady

   Farmer Lady 

O farmer lady 
 I love your Roses 
Your crop has begun 
 we can harvest now
One for me 
 one for you 
  be plenty more 
In your hair today 
 your bib tomorrow 
Empty my lapel 
 cries please one of yours 

O farmer lady 
 please step near to me 
I'll read your face folks 
 call you bubble head 
Can't get through to you 
 I feel they don't try 
We'll do fine I know 
  breathe your breath on me 

Warm and hot to feel  
 caries your desires 
Be they known to me 
 do my best to help 
Help like none before 
 fill every desire 

Storm clouds gathering 
 signals must go in 
Coffee keeps awake 
 a chance we can talk 
My help's not for sale 
 still I'd like a rose 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Carrie at the Sunday Muse #314 for the picture prompt.  See three other choices with her words and sources at 
 - All four pictures are examples of Surrealistic Art.

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Friday, June 10, 2022

Writing - Books, Author Tutors, My Life

"Liberating and emboldening the beginning writer are the goals of Ted Kooser and Steve Cox in this spirited book of practical wisdom ..." Ted 
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 Your Readers 

Write for your readers 
 I was admonished 
That's a lesson learned 
  from friend Ted Kooser 

"The Poetry Home 
   Repair Manual," 
Used book on my shelf 
  An internet find 

A beginner's book 
 Rhyme and meter start 
What stuck in my gut, 
 "Write for your readers." 

A 'feel' to be learned 
 Feedback gotten tells 
 _ _ _ 

 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 
 - Rosemary today has asked us to write something inspired by a favorite book or books for Friday Writings #30: Beloved Books

 - I reached "Prose Poetry" but didn't finish that chapter.  And so now I feel insufficient in attempting those.  And I have misplaced the book.

 - My next endeavor may be learning to play the guitar "for my readers".

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Friday, June 03, 2022

Routine -- writing mine for the Friday Writings

My Life Day to Day; 
  there are routines and then there are some more routines 

Some things I do every day 
Likely some of these you may do
Others only weird folk like me 
At any rate if you don't tire 
You'll know more of me 

I wake up when my bod is ready, 
every morning except Sundays 
or an early appointment usually between eight and nine 
I push the ON button on the coffee pot 
on my way for a first morning pee 

While its perking I get out two coffee cups 
I get the largest left on kitchen shelf 
I have favorites, yellow Texas Blue Bonnets 
There are only two of the eight left 
Then to the Pantry for a double pack 
Nature Valley Oats Granola Bars 
These sitting by the coffee pot 

While I'm waiting for the brew
I change into something allowable 
Allowable for sitting on, or in, 
the living room furniture 
Also fit to answer the front door 
if someone would come 
Can't hide behind the door as the 
front door has a long glass window

Back to the kitchen, on the way 
I unset the house alarm 
and bring the morning paper in 
also put out to fly the U.S. Stars and Stripes
Then I pour the coffee, 
one, or two cups if my mate is up 
Make it hotter in the microwave 
Thirty seconds for both cups, 
twenty for only one 

I sit in the left recliner and turn TV on 
If both are up I get the NBC Today Show
the VCR is set for that
When I'm alone I watch the recorded ABC 
By nine if the misses isn't up 
I bring her a cup of coffee and her granola bar 
She'll have breakfast in bed 

While all the News is playing 
And I am listening 
I'll work the newspaper's Sudoku 
But at ten the TV goes to Price is Right 
Again at eleven-thirty over to Jeopardy 

In between time or spare 
I'll check emails and Facetime 
That'll last them 'till I'm in bed at night, 
around Midnight 
My pills and meds come at ten 
or eleven or noon 
With them 
I'll eat a couple of saltines 
loaded with PeanutButter 
and dabs of Hazelnut Butter 

That's how my mornings been going 
Maybe a phone call or text exchange 
Then it's time for lunch 
I may have, likely did, dressed by then 
I can make hot dogs with cheese
sometimes with sauerkraut or chili 
Also cook the corn dogs,  make sandwiches, eggs, 
cheese, and ham on toast my special 
I make spaghetti with meatballs 
or chicken parmigiana 

I make or help make a tuna 
or chicken salad with egg and pickle relish 
Macdonald's and Wendy's 
are a couple of miles away Burger King 
and Chick-fil-a  as well

We don't go hungry 
I forgot canned soup and 
Maruchan Instant Ramen Noodle too 
Also forgot to tell of putting in my uppers 
before chewing, small things 
like garbage or mailing a check
miscellaneous that are their own 
Have their own schedule 
blending in with mine 

Afternoons are liberal, 
evenings also 
Bed by eleven-thirty is my goal 
That all has it's own routine, 
again long and boring 

Adi is retiring from Pet Partners 

We've been retired twenty-three and 
twenty-one years, she and I 
We do okay 
for our age 
Forget a little here and there 
Splurges and surprises 
Doctors mess with us the most 
Adi retired too, after us 
But Adi died in 2012 

I'm in my later eighties, 
ninety soon I hope and dread 
I may have to make a few changes
My dad lived to ninety-seven 
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 - Photo and Write Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Rommy who suggested us doing this, at Friday Writings #29
 - Rommy has asked us to write poetry or prose about the small rituals or daily routines that make up our lives.

 - NOTE:  I will read everyone's who has commented here plus some others.  For the Blogger folk my comments will have to be anonymous IF you accept them they should post.  Google has messed me up.

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Saturday, May 28, 2022

Alone -- a Dark Poem for The Sunday Muse


Home Alone 

I'm here, all alone.  All alone except... 
Except that I do see my provider 
He brings me food and water now and then 
Now and then, because; when I do not know  

When's a nasty word to me, at his call 
He leaves my Cell with me, phone's disabled 
Disabled like I am, my mind is blank 
That's what he tells me, says to say to you 

So if you come then it is, move the wedge 
Wedge is gone, door can open, I'd be free  

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 
 - Photo choices from Carrie's Prompt, The Sunday Muse #212
 - NOTE:  I will answer your comments if google allows me.  It is making me comment as "anonymous" on the Blogger posts.  Some aren't even allowed.  I will ANSWER to your blog if and when I can.  I can't even leave comments on my own blog.

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Friday, May 27, 2022

Cards -- Lost or misplaced?

          Cards; and a friend 

The little old man had fumbling problems 
Now again tonight at the register 
He couldn't seem to get his credit card 
Opened every pocket in his billfold 

It seemed to him a millennium passed 
Actually only a couple minutes 
and then I popped in with help on my mind 
I said to him, "Sir, hope it isn't lost" 

He let me check and sure enough not there 
"Would you please let me pay with mine, please, please"
Said this as I passed the card to the clerk 
He rung it up, "that's called paying ahead" 

"Thank you, thank you Sir" said the little man 
"I've had that done for me, comes in handy,"

Sometimes you gotta accept little helps 
And that little man, that was me one day
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved
 - This week Magaly is inviting us to write poetry or prose inspired by something heartening and unselfish a stranger did for us or for someone else.  Friday Writings #28, 

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Saturday, May 21, 2022

A Tribute Poem


 To Min; my faithful pony  

Your name was Min 
best horse there's ever been 
(About you, Min)
Dappled white with 
small spots of gray throughout 
Always there for 
me to pet, brush, and stroke 
Min was Dads horse 
Bess, older, was for us 

Soon Min grown old   
became the horse for me 
Rode her to school 
high school three miles away 
Plodgey at first 
I taught her to gallop 
Also to jump 
the puddles and ditches 

Come rain and snow 
was off to school we'd go 
Bareback come cold 
Minnie would keep me warm 
New friends for her, 
they, very soon she made 
Other horses 
in the school barn, kids too 

Two girls we'd meet 
at the corner waiting 
Waiting for us 
to come over the hill 
Minnie first saw  
the girls and their horses 
Years quickly passed 
Two in town then we're gone 

Minnie retired, 
soon after pasture went 
I drove to school 
grades eleven and twelve 
Off to college 
made new friends boys and girls 
Minnie passed on 
Heaven's horse, friend of mine 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 
 - For the Photo Prompt I'm liked to Carrie for The Sunday Muse #211 at 

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Trees - for dVerse, a new form, The Constanza

Tall Trees

In a far away land tall trees  
 Under those trees quiet and still 
 Feeling breeze atop a small hill  

 Welcoming the birds and the bees  
 All are greeting the smiling sun  
 Make ready for a day of fun  

 Lake water to their roots does seep  
 Nearby lies its source a small lake  
 Water for all who needs can take  

 It's a place I would like to be  
 Tralala and twiddle dede  
 Birds lullaby makes a good sleep  
Little cottage under those trees  
 Whitewashed, red roof, with yellow trim  
 Make my home best place I have been  

 A far away land in the trees  
 Welcoming the birds and the bees  
 Lake water to their roots does seep   
It's a place I would like to be  
 Little cottage under those trees 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Bjorn at dVerse for a new to us form, the Constanza.  Read of it here, 
 - Bjorn also supplied the photo.  I print screened it and touched it up a bit.
 - NOTE:  Google has hijacked me and will NOT ALLOW me to leave comments on your Blogger blog unless it permits me to post Anonymous comments.  Sometimes not even that liberty. (I don't allow anonymous comments on my blog because hundreds were robo-commented in an Asian language.)

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Friday, May 20, 2022

Speak Up -- a Poem for "Friday Writings"

    Go Tell 

If I could speak and you would listen 
I'd speak my peace 
Not popular what I have to say 

I'd buy a stump take it to the park 
Stump for human race 
For all, fairness, opportunity 

But those I'm not permitted to say 
Not in public speak 
It's rigged for the rich and powerful 

Poets arise, say it with your rhymes 
 _ _ _ 
 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Rosemary for Friday Writings #27,  
 - This week she is asking us what we would say in order to bear witness to these times we are living in, and how it feels to be living in them. 
 - The little book pictured above comes in handy sometimes.  I have another book, "The Complete Works of William Shakespeare," that I bought at a book store in Stratford-upon-Avon when we visited in 1980 but I have mislaid it for now, picture taking time.
 - One of my bucket list items is to attend, auditing, a college class of the works of Shakespeare but I am afraid that is one that will not be fulfilled.  I have waited too long.
 - 61 Words, ten lines, 93 syllables.  Short.  Flash Writing?

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Saturday, May 14, 2022

Ship in Bottle -- a Sunday Muse Write


I'm a ship in a bottle 
Adrift in the seas of life 
Bobbing where the current takes 
Hoping it takes me to you 

My rope's been cut loose 
I'm no longer tied 

Last night after it happened 
Sad but happy I'd become 
You can ask me why it was 
My answer is, "I don't  know" 

My rope's been cut loose 
I'm no longer tied 

Bobbing along I've no note 
Notes in their bottles are liked 
Write their answers toss them back 
Just me and my ship we float 

My rope's been cut loose 
I'm no longer tied 

When and if seas become rough 
Perhaps I'll land on your shore 
If you find me pick me up 
Ship bottle and me arrived 

My rope's been cut loose 
I'm no longer tied 

And if I'm on another 
Another shore where you aren't 
It'll be where you can find 
We will be together fine 

My rope's been cut loose 
I'm no longer tied 

[Me at St. Johns Island -- 
 turn your sound up]
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked Carrie at the Sunday Muse #210, at 
where she showed four sea oriented pictures to help our inspiration.  I think tha I used three, possibly the fourth.
.. - annel step on the Yaer Air band

Friday, May 13, 2022

Curious -- The Singing Fellow

   Staying Curious No More

Little man, why do you sing like you do?  
Is it because I wind you up before
You shake your head, no, no, that isn't it 

Then tell me please, why do you croone like that 
Is there real blood running to your voice box? 
Course not you crazy fool, that isn't it 

As I sit and listen, your happy tune 
Perhaps it's solar makes you go, sunshine 
Guess again, I think you may never know 

Then I give up, won't you tell me please 
You turned the switch, three AA cells, that's it 
 _ _ _ 

  - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021 and 2022, All Rights Reserved 
 - "Singing Fellow" photo by himself first published in 2021 here, 
 - And with his buddies, a singing Elephant and a Golfing Fellow in 2014, here, 
  - I'm linked with Rommy for prompt idea, "Curiosity" at 
 - This this week Rommy invited us to share poetry or prose inspired by the phrase, "stay curious”

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Wednesday, May 11, 2022

The Rabbit -- Little Rabbits Just Wanna Have Fun


   Little City Rabbits 

Little city rabbits are protected 
Seldom it is they get killed and eaten 
Zoning laws and deed restrictions protect 

Country rabbits on the other hand, they 
They are fair game for whoever can shoot 
Rabbit stew makes for any chef's delight 

I have no good  recipe for that stew, 
don't eat rabbit stew, don't like rabbit stew,
what's more I've never tasted rabbit stew.

Here in town just hawks and alligators 
Those two predators of little rabbits 
They keep the rabbit population down 

[Our front lawn taken standing on the sidewalk leading to the street] 

NOTE:  I have never hunted animals in all my life and I have never tasted rabbit meat.  I did go with my dad once and I have his rifle now.  I have never shot that rifle, a 22 gage.  
My mom would not dress or cook the rabbits that my dad killed.  So he took them to his mother, my grandmother, where she would skin and dress and then cook them. He ate them at Grandmother's house as well.  
 _ _ _ 

 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Minsky at dVerse, 
where she has asked us to write of "food".

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Monday, May 09, 2022

The Walk -- A Piece of Prose for dVerse

Walking Slowly

    Walking slowly along the ledge, a feeling of despair was heavily upon him. She had gone, he knew not where. Just that she was gone. Summer was coming early this year, not much left of spring.

    “'For how can I be sure I shall see again? The world on the first of May would come' * and go again, much like the last. I'm not a loner, got to have some company along life's way. Everything is a blur unless I have company. And some help, help explaining what I'm seeing.”

    Out of seemingly nowhere a figure comes his way. “She's carrying a big sign, it says 'COMPANY WANTED, I am alone.' 

    My prayers might be answered, Ma'am, may I be the one you were looking for?”

    My name is Leslie, what is yours?”

    I go by Eddy.”

    That will do.” 

NOTE:  * per prompt, exact wording.  See below.

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    Photo and Writing, except for blurb in italics, Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights reserved.

    - The Words in Italics, 

    For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May” –From “May Day” by Sara Teasdale, at were furnished by  by merrildsmith in Prosery at the dVerse writing blog as a prompt for our writing in Prose. Word limit by her instructions is limited to 144, I have exactly 144 words.  

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Saturday, May 07, 2022

The Ride -- Life Goes On -- a Poem for Sunday Muse


                Photo by Robert Doisneau 
                “The Ghost Train,” 1953
  The Ride; something special?

Ride of my life I'm looking for 
Too old for ponies I was told 
Truth comes hard not child any more 

Life change, adolescents we were 
Corny jokes tickles and pinches 
Crushes, fickle loves and breakups 

Come scarey tunnel of darkness 
Moments getting more serious 
Teens we learned every part of love  

High school finished my grades were good 
Way too young still, took our chances 
Steamed romances settled on one 

Will marriage be the ride for me 
Cross my fingers hope for good choice
 _ _ _ 

 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 
 - Photo inspiration courtesy of Carrie as hosting The Sunday Muse #209, 
 - Her other choices today:

- All seemed to me to be stages of a woman's life.  See Carrie's link above for their artist's credits.
- I have written every day in April for National Poem Writing Month, I hope you can classify all as poems of sorts.
 Each of the links below should pull up several writes from April 1 down to April 30 (today, 2022): 

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