Give and Take

The beings I live with tell me with droops
and drops their needs. Outside I bring scoops
of seeds for shy titmice and chickadees
who grab and go past sparrow-crowds to trees.

I live alone free from conspiracy.
My urge to nurture focused finally
on loving me. The giver now receives
and balance is my byword. I believe

and so I question everything. The guys
have gone, the wreck death wrought capsized. Our ties
are strong. I will it so. Hypnotic daze
and outbursts typic of narcotic waste

forgiven as the tides of love sweep clean
assiduously. With the birds and green
gloriously alive I start anew
passion ignited, singing my breakthrough.

Inspired by: Guys, Conspiracy, Narcotic and Wreck.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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