Knowing Where The Cracks Are

Written for:  Sunday Muse #157  (posted by Carrie)
Tough town,
cemented over
with buildings
and busyness.
You have to 
find the cracks
to be seen.

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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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18 Responses to Knowing Where The Cracks Are

  1. qbit says:

    For sure! Especially in your NYC!

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  2. msjadeli says:

    Tru dat. The cracks are where the magical things are.

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  3. Helen Dehner says:

    And this pretty little flower knew exactly where to look! Well done ….

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  4. coalblack says:

    I lkike that you spelled it “busyness.”

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  5. Beverly Crawford says:

    Absolutely! Find a crack and strut your stuff!!

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  6. Beverly Crawford says:

    Absolutely! Find a crack and strut your stuff!!

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  7. Kathleen says:

    Love this.

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  8. Carrie V. H. says:

    I totally agree! Love the message in your wonderful poetic take on the image Sara!

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