Usually when I go somewhere different, I come back with lots of photographs I can use on the blog.
This weekend, though, I have been away at a conference. I took very few photos, but have returned with my mind awash with words.
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“There is pansies, that’s for thoughts”
(They may, in fact, be violas, in which case my mind and this blog post are equally empty of thoughts.)
Today I’m posting another old poem, this time prompted by a cat – triste y azul** – who seemed to think he was in a cage:
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How can I write,
caged in by walls,
smothered by cushions
and draped curtains?
Even my balcony is barred
like a prison cell.
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don't confuse the narrator 