Beauty all around lifts our morale
in the season of Jock’s SADS.
I’m making good progress with hand quilting the scrappy quilt, but it’s not yet worth a photo. Octpowrimo keeps nagging me to write poetry and energy is in short supply.
Today the prompt incites us to dance and write wild.
Dancing liberates the soul they say
it wires the body
to perform in wild gyration
and insistent beat
O to be so flexible and strong
to fling my limbs hither and yon
as I used to do in days long gone.
But no, it can’t be done.
Instead I’ll let my mind
do the dancing in words.