Incidental Poetry

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• Sometimes when I look up to the sky I see,

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• Slept-in bedsheets
  Ceased cotton
  Rolled up comforter
  A Botticelli bottom.
  . . .
  Peaks of meringue
  Ink-bottle blots
  Cinnamon rolls
  Whipped-cream clots.
  . . .
  Nuclear explosion
  Chimney smoke spires
  A trail of exhaust
  Glowing fires.
  . . .
  Snow covered roofs
  A weeping willow
  Bales of hay
  A feathery pillow.
  . . .
  Vanilla cake-dough
  Paw of a kitten
  Wispy goose-feathers
  A furry mitten
  . . .
  Oil-painted strokes
  A watery wash
  Graphic gradients
  An ink splosh
  . . .
  White towel rolls
  A puffy sweater
  Tail of the squirrel
  A tear stained letter.

-Shubhi

• Looking up is good. It brings hope, and is good for the neck. Also, it leads to some incidental poetry during long walks..👩🏽‍🎤

Happy 2018!

Just keeping something very special alive, you'know?
Here's to a year of love, travel, adventure, and a life fully lived.
Here's to being strong, unconquerable, vulnerable, all at once, for a life fully experienced.
Here's to keeping the thankfulness alive.

Here's to more images, that capture fleeting moments of time, and give me a reason to be here.
For you.

Love,
Shubhi