Bella greets each new day
B.O.A. — Bored On Arrival.
Cashmere closets no longer inspire.
Morning mimosas have become blasé.
Angkor Wat – what a snooze.
Yosemite, Yemen, Yellowstone?

Yawn.

DIY violent death?
Google search engine
In full throttle
Messy, macabre.
Might just be memorable.

Looking, looking…

Here’s one she finds particularly amusing: Pomegranate Razor Smoothies

Bella, I wouldn’t go there if I was you.

permission granted to float
buoyed spirits now soaring
wave upon wave
hectares of ocean
turquoise, wide sea
dreams corralled
nurtured
sustained
keel-hauled trappings
illustrious currents
moon shining across the water
coconut palms, indigo flight

calm, calm

                  In forty years,
my first book of poetry
will have been published
this day.

A lean volume, with work
I’ve deemed my best
without — at last — a care in the world
for others’ thoughts or estimations.

Words joined and fastened
as I wish them to be.
No regard for rules,
                           or voice,
         or form.

My poetry tells the stories
I’ve wanted to write
my entire life
caring little if at all
as to who might wish to read them.

Judge me,
judge me not.

                  In forty years,
I’ll be 102.

Writing then
with abandon
as oh! How I wish
I was brave enough
to do so now.

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Inspired by a July 28th story in the Washington Post about a woman, Sarah Yerkes, who published her first book of poetry on June 15, 2019 at the age of 101. She began writing poetry in her 90’s.

Her book is called Days of Blue and Flame.