Kenneth Rowe
Joined February 2021
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Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
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Waking up Old
Old is the land, old is my hand. My body, my soul. I wake with the weight of a blanket, a patchwork blanket, of decades, thrown over my body. It’s weight is a comfort, familiar and reassuring. Each patchwork, a different season, a different turning. Continually I add to this blanket of my life. All the episodes of my life, sewn together with threads from other’s lives.
By Kenneth Rowe20 days ago in Poets