We all love listening to stories
Especially if the story is ours
And this one must be mine
Because I called it here
From my shadowy insides
And asked if it would appear for me
It came in joy and pain and laughter
but I can’t explain the who-ness
Or the why or even how or when
And even if I could the words would
Trip like clowns into the muddy wonder
Where the children cry, Again, Again, Again!
Dear People, as I’ve mentioned before I’m lost and confused with this new ‘Block’ editor on WP. I’ve tried to get it but I can’t and am now simply frustrated.
I wanted this poem to be in two stanzas of six lines each but it refuses to break using Return.
Now I can’t even find Tags and Categories so this post won’t have them. I think I will be leaving WP soon if I can’t resolve this.
Story Time. 17×14 in. Acrylic on paper. Painting and poem by Clinock.