this is not the first page,
nor have I reached the last
on days such as this,
what I most want to do
is fling them all upwards
for complete expungence
into the winds,
which in February burgeon
and whirl, thieving breath
and birds and leaves
and so why not these?
© Sarah Whiteley
I had not considered the noun form of that word. The poem seems appropriate to just about any writer!
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Relating to this….you nailed that impulse!
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If only it weren’t technically littering… very tempting! 🙂
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Lol – yes! ☺️
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Aah, freedom of choice. Liberation or burden?
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