Posted in Fun Rhymes, minstrel in me



I do not

walk on roads

you’ve traveled,

for the allergens in

spores you

leave make me



I do not

gaze upon

images that

bewitched you,

because you leave

trails of your acuity

that vex

my eyes.


I do not

desire the

creations of

your hands,

for your warmth

remains in them to

scathe me.


I cannot steal the

air you  


for it

scrapes the


within me.


I cannot eat

the fruits of

your orchard,

for their flavor


my stomach.


I cannot love

myself, for

you have loved



at this point

I shall make



rvm 2009


Creative and practical. I am a work in progress. Doing life with my husband and daughter. Walking the earth, watching the heavens.

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