I'm feeling a bit rusty at the poetry under duress medium, but it sure feels good to do a Poetry Friday again. What fun!
She posts up her homemade pity;
she's taken pains to weave it.
She'll shoot a photograph
for her store front,
she holds it like a robin's egg
ready to be split and drained.
It's an admiring thing.
OOAK Pity Blanket
(she writes in all earnestness)
This is an OOAK piece woven
with all natural organic emotion.
If you look carefully you
will find a less fortunate hidden
directly in the weave.
(she picked this one out especially)
I'm calling this one Soup Kitchen,
as you'll notice the fresh
colors of poverty and strife
enthused with a warmth from
living in the open.
(Ah the greys, browns, and deep ochres of
shopping carts and old coats and setting suns!)
All amounts are in Good Intention Dollars.
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