These days go into one the longer they get the more we cram in tender time spent tending watching growing pains emerging tiresome guidance, hands thrown in the air voices attempting opera and toys thrown out of the pram. Tender, time spent tiresome growing pains turn into worry give room to poetry stay here and my day will be longer sitting in the front room empty nesters watch the sun go down time spent effortlessly clueless and tiresome wisdom doesn't grow on trees
I hope reading will get you to write your own story, poems and notes. If you’d like some help, I have the weekly Prompt Station to set you off or the monthly Song Title Poem write up. And then tomorrow Thursday, our SPAWN sessions, weekly live with other creatives getting together and hanging out. As a subscriber you get all these straight into your inbox. Thank you to every person who reads, subscribes, shares and comments. Writer Pilgrim is read across 49 nations in the world and in 43 states in the US. Thank you!
Hi Pilgrim - I hear a mother's voice and all the tensions that come with a part of you struggling to become itself...
Wisdom doesn’t grow on trees….. ahh, so incredible, thank you for sharing! 🤍