
I’m a bit of a wayward poet.
Writing when the spirit moves me…my practice is unpredictable. This one? It arrived this morning and I’m still working through what it means. Poetry is like that for me – appearing in a flourish. I receive and sometimes share. Making meaning of it – beyond the obvious geometry? A task to engage in today…or tomorrow…assuming there’s a message within. Thanks for taking a look. 😊
I think in right angles
Perpendicular lines and parallel moments
Curves and deviations by degrees
Are elusive
Evident to some yet shrouded as I squint
Noting infrequent intersections
Through trajectory alone
Meetings predestined
Learning to see coalescing
A growth moment of
Insight
Eyes on emergence before urgency
-Vicki ❤
Two more posts about my relationship with poetry:


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