Poetic Process
How I roll?
Immersed in introspection,
I invoke inner idiosyncrasies,
Irrationally inviting intrusion.
Interloping, imagination incites insights.
Indiscernible images intertwine.
Ignominiously, I imbibe,
Inking interpretations.
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Yeah, this is kinda' how it works, I guess. (The photo is probably more accurate.)
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Dana Crandell
Dad, Stedpad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist and Tech/Internet nerd. Content writer by trade. Vocal Creator by choice.
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Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
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Comments (9)
Cheeky and clever
Fantastic!!! 💖💖💕
Very clever, love it!
The I's have it! I enjoyed this immensely❤️ - Anneliese
So many great phrases in here! I really liked “Ignominiously, I imbibe,” 😍😍 Awesome job!!
Great work! Perfectly done, and right on point! 👏🏽
Nicely done! I like the clever wording of "incites insights."
Purty neat buddy, how’d you get my photo? 🧐😂😂 keep rollin 😀
Very good!