... the one I met first of all,
who discovered and gave me
the fuzzy feel of a blanket
lightly rubbing my lips
the pattern of whorls
in the straw sides of my cot
intonations of voices
coming and going around me
the sensual pleasures of food,
light coming in a window,
whose thoughts and fancies now
enrich my dreaming hours ...
perhaps she is my best
friend, perhaps not
[Poem #15]
This began as a game some bloggers played in 2008, to write about people who'd made an impact, in the same number of words as one's age, every day for a year. I did them less often and went on longer, adding one word each birthday. I stopped in 2016 and incorporated them into my main poetry blog. In 2019 I resumed the project and gave it its own blog again, with a new name, where it may unfold at its own (slow, intermittent, lapsing and resuming) pace. I've labelled these verse portraits, but they're more like quick sketches: mere glimpses, impressions....
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