LittlePurpleCow Productions

rising from a wooden bench
she moves with purpose
bare feet on concrete
eager hands
clutching plastic grocery bags
and crumpled cans
the screened door slams
scattering mismatched cats
beneath a mighty presence
where the roses bloom
drenched in heavy scent
easing into the leather seat
consuming space and breadth
she affirms, "I am blessed"

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Poetry is really intimidating to me and I honestly have no idea what I'm doing, but I'm playing with words and phrases in my mind these days – feeling inspired by my friend Sage Cohen's latest book, "Writing the Life Poetic". In the introduction to her book, she writes, "The poem gives us a kind of cosmic canvas to savor a moment, make sense of it, put a little frame around it, and digest our experience more completely." This rings so true for me. It feels like photography.