ASSURANCE NURTURES JOY
The instincts born
in margins mutable now lost
corrected by experience
as in the convalescing heart
circadian rhythms manifest
and in unspoken consequence
by factoids winnowed
from the chaff
assurance nurtures joy.
- Author: Michael Edwards ( Offline)
- Published: November 4th, 2020 02:36
- Comment from author about the poem: I've got my serious head on tooday plus another of my doodles - these are just 4ins square but great fun to do when the TV ads are on. Actually sad to say the ads are better than the rubbish programmes currently on offer.
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Comments4
Good wrtie and pic M.
Miss Berles has her serious head on too. She asks how are syllables these days? Are there enough in stock?!
Mad crazy shoppers are stocking up for lock down and the shelves are empty - but worry not - Miss Berles has enough for us regulars.
Oh no, they buying up all those Berles? Ahhh, enough to go round. The Bog Roll Bandits?!
May he joy that comes from your words and artworks always increase the wonder in our world Michael.
Andy
I'd like to think so but so much competition - thanks Andy.
Good Midweek Uncle Mike ~ Brian Here ! Thanks for the Geometrix ! As a Professional Organic Chemist I am always *Enarmoured* by 3D symmetry !
I empathise with every word of your elegant ODE ! Please check *Seasons for All Reasons* Thanks A & B & C !!!
Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
How is Jeanne progressing after opp?
Love ~ Angela Brian Smokey 💛💛💛
Thanks A&B. I love these little abstracts - I can do them during the breaks between adverts - the programmes are dire of late.🥴
Jeanne's cancer (small nodule on her lung) was secondary and caught very early so all is the best we could hope for. She is now referred back to nephrology for follow ups etc and any possiblre further treatment. She's still somewhat anxious (as indeed am I ) but progressing really well. Thanks so much for kindly asking after her.
'Actually sad to say the ads are better than the rubbish programmes currently on offer.'
so True: that's why numbers in creative fields are as poisons to our breathing spheres - result of formulated reasoning memes...
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