Hey, guys. Here I am trying to poke fun with rearranged words. It was the prompt (optional) for day 24. See what you think. Is it funny? Methinkso!
Neither one thing nor the other, but something betwixt and between-- the “liminal” spaces that linger in places, situations, relationships and life. This poem is written for someone particular in my life. This person might never read this, but that's fine; let it exist in the liminal edges out there. Enjoy.
We're challenged to write a poem that delves into the meaning of our name. There's a lot to talk about here, as I write under my middle name, my pen-name. See how you like my creation. Thanks for reading.
Allowing children to teach us to see again, requires a mind shift. You might need to relearn things like this: “Oh but they are,” Cooed the child. “When it’s raining They are black And leaves Sparkle.”