Miss Take

Written for:  Poetic Asides #404 – Write an error poem.

Her name was Miss Take. Take
on weights and never measure
up. She was a short sell,
no bells ringing to start
her day. Today, she ponders
more and wanders less. Works
hard to keep restlessness under
control. She strives to open
herself, each petal struggling
to unfold, to take in more
light, to forgive her past
Miss Deeds. Burdens no longer
become her.

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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