Meander 1 Poem - Untitled since I couldn't come up with one
Butterfly kite high
Spies fir tree spears, tugs winding
Lines pulls to touch spring.
Puppet kite I you guide with knotted strings.
Mt rough grasped rope holds you in struggle. Bends
As I husband you with elastic cords
And thinning strings cut tight into my hands.
Whisper strings snap and you are free to go.
I dangle vanished ties and wonder why.
Swoop in eagle dance.
Find new currents. Ride the wind
Butterfly kite high.
Meander 2 - Decisions - This past week I've had to make decisions I didn't want to make. I had to use my Power of Attorney and my Health Initiative my husband gave me three years ago. Hopefully I've made the right decision. He is feeling some better today but he's still not well. All I can do is hope.
Meander 3 - Writing - Moving along with the rough draft of the newest story Tangled Dreams. I must get the CAF done and off to Jude in the coming week. I believe I know enough about the characters to do this.
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