Poetic License

This started as an experiment to write ten poems a day. That clearly didn't last, but I'll still put up some words from time to time.

Some I will mean, and some I won't. None of these are finished. This is me, trying.

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Stuck in Procrastination Station, and no train in sight. Can’t seem to finish this simple freelance article due tomorrow. Have had eons to work on it, of course…

So I’ve been using the watercolors a co-worker blessed me with for my birthday (good stress release) and reading the Bible (also good stress release). Sometimes I forget the the Word is poetry. Don’t believe it? Read Job, Psalms, Proverbs, Ecclesiastes and Song of Songs. Rich.

From Song of Songs:

The fig tree forms its early fruit;

the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.

Arise, come, my darling;

my beautiful one come with me.