For the creator there is no poverty and no poor or unimportant place. (Rilke). With this in mind, I set myself a challenge: look, and write.


Morning’s cruel eye

The morning sun
With its cruel eye
Through the translucence
Of the closed blinds
Reveals a chaotic soul

Unfinished ironing
Half knitted garment
Partly read book
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Kept me company
In the early hours

But the decor
Teal, cream and burgundy
Displays some inspired
Ideas

Can I be
Forgiven




Poetry by Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-05-08 at 10:29

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice. Reading enjoyment comes before those things any day :)
2018-05-09