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) 

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) 

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) 

403. Steep

About the sunset from the library… The sky sits steeped,  A timeless precious tea, With rain, it’s released.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

400. Unflinching 

About hitting 400 consecutive days of poem writing…  Twenty sixteen, Has been somewhat lean, On good news, much deaths, And abounding depress, Yet, at 400 days, My roll is supreme,  Which as loopy and crazy, And as odd as it seems, I’ve been doing this once, After every sleep,  I’ve been penning my thoughts, Since…

399. Apathy

About the sad way many of us are taught to live..  Someone’s prob-ly dying somewhere, Is there something else that’s true?  Maybe, almost maybe, But there’s nothing I can do.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

391. Mystic 

About connecting with ones true identity…  I was called a mystic once,  Then twice, and then, Once more, and thrice, I turned my mind away. But with loves gaze,  The greater play, My growing heart, Just beats away, And now I see, Through love repaid, That I am what, They used to say.  (Photo –…

389. Taste 

About my love of wholesome snacks…  A tasty bite, and healthy one,  Good for my mind, And for my tum. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

387. Drift 

About a 7 hour walk I took in the snow last weekend…  Drifted, like a twinkling flake, Across many miles, Leaving,  Crunched snow in my wake. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

386. Simple 

About how the greatest joys in life are simple…  We are beasts of simple needs, Beneath the oft complexity, Of modern life and love.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

384. Gents 

About beards…  There’s not so many places, gents, Where an extra spruce of bristly bush,  Is not just fine, it’s good.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, U.K., 2016) 

383. Outsider 

About our peculiar existence… Outsiders, that’s all that you are, You don’t see me, For me. Yet, do I seem to be untrue, As am I outside… You?  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, London, 2016)