I dwell in things possible

I dwell in things possible
Of poems more than prose
Where all the world’s
A window letting in
Where doors send out

The pines stare with
Impregnable eyes
Searching for rooftops
In the gambrels of
An open Sky

Oh, should visitors
Embrace this invitation
I welcome open hands
And share this
Lovely paradise

. . .

Always be a poet, even in prose.

—Charles Baudelaire

pink red buds blossom on a single branch with blue sky and limbs in the background. Text: Poetry centers the heart. by Kathryn LeRoy

. . .

And always—

Be kind. Be brave. Be you.

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Photo:  Utopia © Kathryn LeRoy

Poem: Prompt 22 from  NaPoWriMo. “Find an Emily Dickinson poem – preferably one you’ve never previously read – and take out all the dashes and line breaks. Make it just one big block of prose. Now, rebreak the lines. Add words where you want. Take out some words. Make your own poem out of it!”