If I had practiced more, maybe Miss Mildred would have whipped me into some sort of pianist. So with poetry. More practice. More five finger exercises on a daily basis.
My laptop is going to be out for a while. They need to order a new keyboard fom Germany. And I Really hate this app and how I can never format the line breaks and paragraph spacing the way I wrote them. I figured out a work around yesterday, but it is not playing with at all today. (Cue emoticon for irritation and frustration . Ah these first world problems.) It’s taken an hour to figure out how to correct some spelling mistakes. And the iPad keyboard is a nightmare for someone who used totouch type 70+ words a minute. (Yes, I find it cramping to use only two fingers….verrrry slowwwwly.
Intangible Assetts
What could we bequeath?
What? That which could not be
held in the hand in a leather pouch,
or made with brick, mortar, sweat?
What could we bequeath?
Thoughts and speech
to last beyond the memory of their breath
on some withered cheek
What could we bequeath?
Let the record speak.
Cosset your goodwill and all
that cannot be locked into a federal vault.
It cannot be bought or sold
or delivered. Take care not to fritter
your intangible capital.
Watch as it dissolves.
You see it in their faces
their incredulity
when integrity is not just broken
but lost forever.
Copyright Bee Smith 2018
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Sojourning Smith 
Bee! Love this one. My head is on fire this morning, collecting words and this one just popped out at me as well as “bequeath”. I’m on my way to visit a new friend I met at the wedding week before last to talk midwifery, babies and such like before I fly home this evening.
As always, thank you for your words. All of them!
Love Cari
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Yeats had a ‘fire in the head’ too. Safe journey, safe home.
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