I tend

I tend

via Daily Prompt: Tend

I tend to bite my nails.

I tend to chew on my lips.

I tend to pull my hair.

I tend to grind my teeth.

I tend to go in a daze.

I tend to stare up at the sky.

I tend to write neurotically-thought poems.

But today, I wrote a poem spontaneously for the first time about Tend.

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edible – Flash Fiction

edible – Flash Fiction

Womanhood, and all that is a woman, and the man that comes from woman,
The womb, the teats, nipples, breast-milk, tears, laughter, weeping, love-looks, love-perturbations and risings,
The voice, articulation, language, whispering, shouting aloud,
Food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep, walking, swimming,
Poise on the hips, leaping, reclining, embracing, arm-curving and tightening,
The continual changes of the flex of the mouth, and around the eyes,
The skin, the sunburnt shade, freckles, hair,
The curious sympathy one feels when feeling with the hand the naked meat of the body,
The circling rivers the breath, and breathing it in and out,
The beauty of the waist, and thence of the hips, and thence downward toward the knees,
The thin red jellies within you or within me, the bones and the marrow in the bones,
~Walt Whitman, Body Electric

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