I am the ‘Queen of conjecture’
Seems born into life
With a Soul contract most enduring . . .
Uncovering elements of strive
Engaging in Reality
With tender, unhealed wounds
To teach me integration
Yet, supplied me with a broom
A broom I call a consciousness
That addresses contradiction
Learning as a consequence
By engaging with each interdiction.
11/13/21 #2
8:48 AM – 8:52 AM
Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.
When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.
– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)