I wear
an invisible helmet
of stairs. You cannot
see them when I walk
or stand still, yet
they weigh heavily
on my brain–
whirling, dizzying
reminders of all
the endless winding
paths I have taken
in search of
myself.
http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
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.
Brilliant !!!
Much💛love
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Thanks, Gillena! 💜💜
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Beautiful
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Thanks, Sadje!
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You’re welcome Sara
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A perfect take on the picture.
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Thanks, Keith!
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Keeping the territory and the map at once in the head would be exhausting.
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Extremely.
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One of your finest, Sara.
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Thanks so much, Helen!
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I truly love this Sara!
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Thanks, Carrie!
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Sara, excellent way to describe that image. Our heads filled with Escher stairways!
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Thanks, Lisa. The image really haunted me.
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You’re welcome. I can see why!
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I really like your perspective in this one Sara, wonderful 🙂✌🏼❤️
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Thanks, Rob!
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I really feel I can relate, Sara – excellent imagery!
❤
David
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Thanks, David!
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