Pity the Poor Poet….

Who searches and listens

with open heart and a healthy

Muse, awaiting  the bursting

forth of a metaphor reflecting

that in life which is soulful,

gentle, appreciative of both

nature and humanity,

loving appreciations for

justice, honesty and the milk

of human kindness, but

which arrives  full blown as

a plateful of poop, accompanied

by the words “I am your mouth!.”



About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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2 Responses to Pity the Poor Poet….

  1. Hi Nan! Typically correct! How are you?


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