I’m a bit of a poet slacker… that’s what happens when I don’t feel well. I”M BACK..
Breaking the chain of days of words
Finding the string that binds in my hands
Letters that call out stories in lines
That lay me in sentences across the page
Inner critic ties me in knots
suffocates poetic structure’s dally
It’s all good if I believe it to be
No day is lost in timelessness
Crawl out of the dreary dally
of snot and cough, of head throbbing
Words to far away a to gather here
Give to the perfect moment
Never lost to dis-ease’s clutch
Begin again and again
Every moment is a new beginning
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 