You swept my soul clean
digging into the corners
with an old straw broom.
splintered handle held
in calloused, gentle fingers
moving dust around.
motes travel quickly
swirling faeries in sunlight
each a piece of me.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
My streams of thought meet here
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MARK PETRUSKA | WRITER
Short essays about novels and other fictional works
By Ian Garrabrant
Home of Micropoetry, Literature, art and philosophy.
Just a fiction writer, trying to reach the world.
I'd curtsy but I'm drunk.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
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So good!
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Thank you. I think it might be the best poem I’ve written.
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It even doesn’t feel like written. Rather – the motes of light fell on the paper and became words.
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Aw! That’s so sweet!
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I am so happy I finally got onto WordPress so I can read your blog! I love this so much!!
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Thank you thank you! And welcome!
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