I just thought I’d share a quick anecdote about how we came to call our poetic posts a Poetry Break. My wife is a very smart but shy woman. And, she’ll kill me, but she’s a far better writer than I’ll ever be. She has a couple of published posts here, just search them out. When we were dating, despite her shy demeanor, she would often send me emails or texts with poems in them. When she did, she would title them – Poetry Break! It made poetry feel like it’s supposed to feel, like a beautiful distraction from the hustle and bustle 0f this crazy world. A peaceful interlude from concrete and capitalism. And now you know. 🙂
By Mark Cayou
A green eyed babe, too precious for this world,
Born unto Heaven, needed by the Lord.
Let trumpets resound, banners be unfurled!
Moments with her mama…
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