Stretch

I find a new groove each new year.
Because, I walk away from here.

A season left to say my piece.
All creative work must then cease.

Free dayed entropy loose & large.
Free to let the battery charge.

Harvesting knowledge back of brain.
Break thru eurekas see stress wain.

Conscious & unconscious growth earned.
Schooled by both falls & fires that burned.

The din of holidays & mirth…
Install substance & enrich worth.

Happy hangover by next year.
I’ll return playful, bright & queer.

Just over two score days left now.
Then, my seasonal thousandth bow.

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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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