Published by maddyrhymingrants
I've been around quite a while now, trying to be normal and failing, miserably. Then, looking about me, I began to think that maybe, just maybe, it was okay not to be normal. The more I see of planet earth the less I like it. In fact I needed a release for my negativity, so I began to write poems -an explosion of them, and then another and another. When people read them, sometimes they laughed and, when they did, my face managed to find most of the 43 muscles we humans use to raise a smile. Then, I came to the conclusion. With a global population of 7.5 billion it would stand to reason that there must be others of like mind, with or without poetry. Now that the copious ravings of a sixty-something granny of seven, lay, sullen and despondent, I feel it is time for me to reach out to the world and offer a place in my banana tree for those who find some kind of quietude by immersing themselves in art.
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