About our constant need to adapt… Our cells are never same, From day to day, Nor are, Our days. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017)
442. Beardlessness
About my recent beardlessness… So much more has changed, Than hair extracted, From my face. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017)
441. Heirloom
About my new bought ‘heirloom’… In 60 years, It may pass on, With me to someone, Else along. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Toronto, 2017)
440. Revamp
About retail therapy, and how it lets me glimpse at what I look like to others… I’m fat, he said, Unsure it’s true, Applicably, it’s not. I was obese, Yet now I’ve ceased, To be, Still all I see. So I take debit, Tap, tap, tap, And pay away my woes. And standing there…
439. Me?
About how confusing life can be… Little seed, Liked dark cold feel, And then the sprout, Craved to come out, Finally be, Not quite a tree, What can I see, For me? (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017)
438. Mend
About making pizza last night… Dough for the low, Low, beat of my heart, Basil calms hassle, Tasseled to all I start, Cheese is the crowd please, Sleaze to the soul, There’s mushroom for friends, Sheltered here from the cold. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017)
437. Broke
About my lack of emotion in the last few days… If tears were cash, Then I’d be broke, If notes were laughs, I’ve none. (Photo, Eli Woodbine, UK, 2015)
436. Tired
About crippling tiredness… Crimson shafts of rage, Eminate, From the only place where energy, Remains. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Toronto, 2017)
435. Off
About the days when I just want to be alone… If I had wings, Of simpler things, A life of froth, Need not take off. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017)
434. Socialise
About making friends… It’s not easy to find friends, I sighed. As I sat smiling, Socialise. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017)
433. Stamp
About the morning after the night before… It’s ghostly blue, Revealing, faded fun, And liquor quaffed, consumed, By me and you. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017)
432. Twelve
About my current progress on a 56 book challenge for 2017… 12 authors taught me little things, From how em-peror penguins sing, To the fine art of flourishing, And how to play in stocks. About life after civil war, And how to trick our tastebuds sure, And all I did in this galore, Was side…
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