Far from being a "filler", my poems on postcards project appears to make up the bulk of my writing at present! Just now, for me, is one of those times when life bites your bum and nothing constructive gets done. The harder I try to fit everything into my day, the more spills over into tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow ..... so a few lines or a mini-saga are about the limit writing-wise.
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| St. Therese of Lisieux |
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A caged bird, cloistered
with your flock of sisters,
your only flight path
soaring plainsong
on a vapour trail of incense.
France and florists I can understand -
but the patron saint
of aviators?
(Copyright Gill Garrett 2014)
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