New Dog, Who Dis?

Poetry time, my dog goes back to bed.
She’s had a walk, sweet talk, watered and fed.
Her black and white and pink zhuzh are doing
the unexpected. Nascent hope’s brewing

and my raison d’être renewing. Slim
ribbon esperance unfurls bashful, prim
these years devoted strictly to healing
have stitched this glorious flag I’m wielding

Inspired by Zhuzh, Nascent, Renewing and Ribbon.

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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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