A robin being a robin
A flower without a care
A person who just is
For no reason just there
Inspiring the creator
Making sense of it all
Touching me with depths
Religions and their traps
Have never found
A bug who just bites
For the blood of it all
A sun slowly falling in the fall
Making rhymes in the ripples
Of the ever changing sea
Letting me find the relentless parts
In this thing I call me
© Glenda Higgins
Excerpt from the book “Poetry in Motion”
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About the Author
Glenda spent her early work in libraries – ten years in various positions, including cataloguing, which launched her on a favorite pastime of reading everything under the sun.
Her start as a poet surprised her. She took a poetry-writing course. Two hundred poems wrote themselves in a furious manner, in two weeks. This led to performing poetry in cafes and on the radio and about three hundred more poems.
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