A Part Of

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #297

You are not a saint;
I am not a sinner.
Though you pray
in lace shawl,
and say you believe,
and I live in Wonderland,
we are both parts of life’s
spiral–whirling, spinning,
running–sometimes with
a chip on our shoulders,
sometimes with a song
in our hearts. We itch
for a peaceful life
to settle our bones in.
Keep your list of dreams
handy, but never a final sum.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to A Part Of

  1. Jae Rose says:

    A treasure of a poem – a peaceful life in which to settle our bones sounds perfect


  2. 1sojournal says:

    There is such a soft delicate touch and tone to this that makes it so very appealing. We are each unique and different, but I believe that is so we must all learn to love. Thanks for this one. Sorry, I’m late for responding, it’s been hectic.



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