Hook to Hang

I’m needing a place to wait out the clock.
Occupied silences between tick’s tock.

Music, words & art do busy these hands.
A tiny garden; the whole of my lands.

Dedicated areas for each task.
Write & create twixt menial asks.

A bit more room, if life chooses to grow.
How & When?…I am not yet in the know.

Turbulent times make for wanton messes.
I’ve not known a home…only addresses

Alone, aloof & oft misread as rude.
My happy life is busy solitude.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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